The room grows quiet.
My vision grows dim.
There is a sense of loss,
Deep from within.
The night is silent,
As I wait for you,
But you never come;
There is nothing I can do.
There is no meaning,
To this pain that I feel.
It just goes on hurting,
Till it's almost unreal.
There is no answer,
To this endless, aching need.
This heart is torn asunder,
And forever shall it bleed.
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