I feel troubled,
at war with myself, at war with fate.
Master of my own destiny?
I wish, I miss
her.

A million dollars is not enough,
A billion, maybe.
Yet longing for something money cant buy.
Her.

My demons haunt me, faultering.
The duality in which I exist
contracts and pulls at the soul, yet the heart only wants
her.

Ready to face the pain of rejection,
the dooming blow of heartache.
The darkness which will claim another piece of me.
Is it worth it.

Who knows,
all the matters is
her.