Is it true.
That only you.
Can heal the piercing holes.
That corrupt me within.
My fragile heart.
The one who has caused my heart.
Such known pain and misery.
Yet I still do not hate you.
For your face brings me joy.
Happiness and nothing less.
But my febil ambitions weaken me.
My body yearns for your embrace.
Something that I cannot acquire
Contorting my heart to blackened bitterness.
Such dark tragedy.
As I rot away with the winds.
My bitter soul wanders with no desire at all rather then to simply die.
Death because life empty of you causes nothing more then destruction to me.
It will be my only solace.
Eternal rest.