Mortal Soul

What is this feeling within my soul

That makes me feel as though I am not whole?

It feeds upon my heart like a ravenous beast,

Mad in his frenzy 'till his hunger has ceased,

Insatiable appetite demanding what is no longer there

Yet ne'er seeing my spirit, frozen and bare.

This savage beast in his relentless assault

Cares not whether it is he or I at fault--

If it is he, causing pain borne of harrowed famine,

Or I, enticing him with my heart black with sin:

And so he in his nature and I in mine

Trace a path upon which pain and death intertwine.

The beast, unable to feed any more,

Abandons my soul, battered and sore--

He now travels the path to find a new soul

Upon which he may feed 'till it's no longer whole,

Not once looking backwards or feeling remorse

For my pain of which he granted the source.

The cause of my pain is not truly this beast,

Nor his frenzied hunger that has yet to cease;

'Tis the hollow shell that was once my life,

For all it now feels is the blade of a knife

As it begins to carve a new kind of hole

To match the one within me, residing in my soul.

For you see, this beast is more than he seems:

He represents the failing hope in my dreams.

He is knowledge and logic in the coldest term,

The harsh reality of which making my soul burn...

Since the one whom I love does not feel the same,

And I cannot help but feel my face redden in shame.

Why is it that Fate has chosen for me

An object of affection that shouldn't be?

Why do I feel such misery? Why does it hurt so?

Why can I not simply let it go?

Perhaps it is because I am but a mere human,

And as such, I can feel love and pain just as you can.