As it is a living death,
I long to feel again
To taste to smell to hear
and to see, for my heart has died
Being in a state of stillness
Where nothing changes
Or goes on except sorrow
A shallow breath
stealing the very life from me
Trying yet not successfully
To suffer her life as I can only
imagine her to enjoy my loss
With a flicker of thought
I'm cast away to oblivion
I only wish I could be as heartless,
but alas I can't.
My sorrowful hope someday
that she will be in love,
in misery, in a living death
as I.
To know, to regret.
To reflect...
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