For Which You Can Not Fullfill

Give me my hellish

grave of which I call

solitude.

Rape my soul of its

happiness.

Let my tears fall freely

Kill me softly!

I love thee, my pain,

my sorrow.

The peices of myself,

scattered in places unknown

Places, I have yet to find

Complete me!

I laugh because I know

what I ask of you. You can

NOT achieve.

I WILL complete myself. I WILL

FULFILL my nature.