A torrent of emotion floods over me whenever I am given the time
Alone
to contemplate that which resides eternally within my mind
and the doubts within mine heart.

From minute to minute my ambivalent feelings sway
from day to day they remain unchanged.
Prospects of happiness seemingly within my grasp, but I'm far too weak
just to get a grip on it
with these weakened hands of mine
this shattered mind of mine
this broken heart of mine.

No strength to pull myself from this abyssal sadness, yet
my mind retains the power to clasp and hold onto those memories
those memories of you.

My nights are filled with all but sleep and awake I must lie
feeling just as a knight would, when his princess no longer awaits him
she wills for no rescue and thus I am useless, as I have lost her
to the darkest, deepest corners of my mind.

Hours slither by and I reach for the precious few minutes to fuel me for another day, a day I do not deserve.

Do not pity me, I don't deserve even that! As to live for love is just the folly of a weak, immature, child..