As I wander, lost, alone, desperate for company,
My heart grows icy and numb, my eyes go dim, and my soul gets weak,
As I wander forlornly, I yearn for love, lost out of reach.
My mortality is evident in my mentality, and through my actions,
Which are out of desperation; frenzied and hopeless.
O! Woe is I! for as I travel throughout this dark abyss,
Of Hell and sins, I wander through my past,
Wishing I could right my wrongs, and forgive my regrets.
Maybe then I'd be spirited out of this godforsaken wasteland,
Stuck in my past, I wander aimlessly through these desolated halls,
On which I can see spattered blood, of my own,
Spilled through numberless cuts made by my hands.
I see countless nights of pain, anger, hate, sorrow, and loneliness.
And I realize as I near the end of this hellish tunnel,
Beyond which loomed pure darkness and misery- my future-
Devoid of Love, this fearsome landscape is the map of my heart,
Broken, scarred, and burning with desire, filled with truths
I've never told, lies I've uttered, words I've screamed, and Love I've lost.
Must I be this way?? Must I be alone in this,
The darkness inside of me? Time may only tell.
But for now, I look for Love, Love I sorely miss, Love I dearly need.
But what is love, when it hides, heartlessly, in Light I will never find?
What is Love, when it slips through my hands?
What is Love, when it evades even the quickest soul?
What is Love to someone like me, when I prefer to stay
More alone, with my few true friends?
Does Love know I'm even here, forever waiting for her?
What is Love?