:. Masochism of a Different Sort .:

This loneliness, it’s killing me
I’m slowly drowning in this eternal misery
Like a candle’s flame, I stand alone
In my grieving for the sins for which I can never atone
The ache in my heart
Is tearing me apart
Why can’t you come rescue me
And expel this strangling epiphany
Why can’t you show me the light
The phosphorescence that will cure my blight
Why can’t you unveil to my soul
The play in which there has always been a role

For you
And only you
And yet you leave me here
To wallow in this heartbreak and fear

The blackened rooms with faded smiles
The lies that haunt my mind like blood on white tiles
My breast is wrought with wire and thorn
As I wait for you to mend what has always been torn
I’ve let my tears fall like broken glass shards
When will the Fates arrive and finally deal my cards?
I wished for you then, and I wait for you now
But beneath this sorrow’s weight I may finally bow
Are you never to come
To seal the wound bleeding from
The hole in this heart
That has ripped me apart

Or do you simply not exist?
You by whom I had dreamed to be kissed
Is that all you are, and all you’ve ever been?

A dream?

If that is the truth, please
Never allow me freedom
From this world of lucid reverie

:. X .:

Well, here’s another poem by yours truly. (And now, damn my muse, I want to write a poem called “Yours Truly” so keep your eyes peeled for it.) Anywho, this is actually a rather old one, but I found it when I was cleaning my room and liked it, so I thought I’d be a nice little psychopath and share it with everyone! Lemme know whatcha think!