The One Poem by Samael Wolf

Its a lonely search for The One,
hit and miss, enjoy the moment (but not really) .
Die each night to awake each day,
hundreds pass before me, yet I find no solace.
I found her once, but it wasnt meant to be, ,
I cannot measure the rest to her specifications,
since there are none like her.
I go on trying, what else can I do?
Each day melts into the next, back into the living dead life.
Zombies bumping into zombies, the day is not reconciled until the night.
Then more walking wounded enter the scene.
Pointing fingers at one another, exclaiming ' You are dead! '
I smile my zombie smile and know,
we all are, just too damn stubborn to admit it,
I sleep walk through this world, and know that I will awake when I see,
The One.