• "Nothing"


    "Beyond the fate,
    Before the hate.
    Above the taint,
    Below the saint...
    The wind blows soft,
    But in my heart,
    Things stirr...
    Un-easy,
    When I try to remember, all I see is a blurr.
    My knees go weak,
    I feel weasy.
    My emotions leak,
    Leak with tears.
    Foreshadowing;
    Just like mirrors.
    What is this feeling?
    This life of loneliness,
    Condemned to it.
    I have something I need to confess,
    But I have no one to confess to.
    In such distress,
    I'm such a mess.
    Where are you?
    I need you.
    I'm nothing, without you.
    Love,
    Until now, I haven't felt it in years,
    And for you, I have so many fears.
    And then comes more tears.
    In my grave,
    I know you are above me.
    Crying for the love you gave,
    I died.
    Then why am I still alive?
    Breathing,
    In so much pain...
    I can feel the wind blow,
    I can see the lilies grow.
    But I cannot let go,
    Let go of this life.
    Even though I took it with a knife...
    I am not suicidal,
    Not at all.
    I took my life,
    With all my strife,
    Because I knew I could not win this fight.
    This fight against sacrafice.
    And so,
    In the night,
    I came to your house,
    And kissed you as you slept, to be polite.
    And then I left,
    Without a word,
    At least, that nobody heard.
    And in the gardens,
    My blood was spilt,
    For a reason,
    Please don't have any guilt.
    I died in this season,
    Of love, and joy,
    For you to keep on living.
    But I am no longer sure of what has happened,
    I am niether dead, nor living.
    Perhaps,
    It's because the love I won't stop giving."