Death would not embrace me
Would not seek me when I called
Did not find me attractive
Cared not to take me away

So I remain on this desolate earth
Charred and burned
Heart turned to stone
Feelings all but ashes

Life hates me
Gives me but one cent
I take it all in
Suck it up like a man

Yet now I am left with nothing
No life
No love
No one

I have but friends
Caring friends
Who ripped me from Death’s grip
Pulled me out and saved me

Gave me hope
A figment though
Small as it is
I would not live but for it

I crawl from day to day
Wondering aimlessly
Unaware of my surroundings
Undaunted by anyone

Death will be my eventual escape
But for now the cool breeze will suffice
The wind in my hair
The smell of autumn deep inside

She still holds a grip over my heart
The key to my soul
Yet she is unaware
She is complacent, she is naïve

I cannot reach out
For fear of rejection
For fear of seeking death
And finding solace six feet under

So I wonder around
Nothing but an empty shell
All inspiration lost
All love forsaken

My heart, grinded to dust
Would not have been
But for her
Her with her ever flowing hair

I still waver at her footstep
Grow weak in her presence
But does she notice?
No!

For to her, life is fulfilled
Her quota all but done
She has been blinded,
Blinded by a scheming leper

For so long has she repelled him
Why suddenly does she fall?
Why give in to that one pressure?
And take a seat in the frozen throne?

For his heart is but ice
Neither loving nor caring
For he only yearns
Only lusts after her body

All else is disregarded
Her bright smiles thrown away
Still she is blind
Naïve and unaware

He is but a chick
Yet he chooses to soar with eagles
But he does not take flight
He cannot, must not

He is but a simple peasant
Yet clothes himself in kings robes
To blind her, entrance her
Why won’t she notice?

She is enthralled
Heartbroken by another
So she takes refuge in him
Unaware of the dangers lurking within

For he holds dear not her heart
But her body, the vessel of her soul
He lusts and craves
The flesh and not the rest

So someone please wake her up
Release her from her dreams
Distill this illusion cast upon her
For I am powerless

I can but hope
Stand here and ponder
For I walk this earth
Unknown and unseen
Cursed to live, cursed to see
Watch her fade away,
For still she holds my heart
And the key to my soul

Copyright © Chan Zhungyi® 9 June 2004