About love, or lack there of. The yearning to have love and to feel secure in love. |
Ache of a Lonely Heart Ache What a sorry life I lead Lost from eternity For the whims of myself. To boldly go Where we all have before Helps me not And only leads me more pain. Left alone to die To be consumed by my soul My voice cries And I can not stop falling. This spectrum These emotions I can only beg their demise But I am addicted. Like the prospect of sin Hell seems farfetched And alone I stand Dismembered and bleeding. The crimson cakes quickly To run through cold veins And only I know The truth in the core of my shadow This ever-ticking time bomb On an infinite timer Damned to live in fear Of the day it explodes My heart beating faster Can not hide in my chest But caged like an animal With lost hope Death brings more woe My essence no peace Yet I will not admit My own needs So to a mountain I gather Wings beating hard But loss of love Means loss of strength I think I can But I can not And slowly I descend And land upside-down The woe it brings me This stupid game Trapped in loathing But loving it all the same For the truth is In this simple strife This perverse way of living That I am in love |