Alone with the soft echo of my silent plight, I find no peace in my solitude.
In lonely days and quiet nights, downcast sentiments cannot help but to brood.
I retreat into darkness, though I long for the light — oh, how I long to belong.
I would fall head-first into love were it easy, but were it so, something would be wrong.

My heart beats its love, but when its echoes fade, I wonder if it ever made a sound.
My soul bleeds its affections, but when it only stains, all I can see is the blood on the ground.
I meet another with my body on a funeral pyre, and I light myself up with this spark.
Wasted emotions tear away at the shreds of my spirit like a hungering beast in the dark.

Reflecting on this disheartening hope, premature hurt courses through my veins.
They come, but one day, they inevitably leave, and these sunny days fall prey to rain.
Clear, blue skies become dark and overcast; as the skies do, so do I.
Bright smiles wash away and I am left with these pithy tears I do cry.

Cruel disinterest shows me that my hopes were nought but a delusional sham.
I find myself begging to love and be loved, in humiliation and all that I am.
There is only so much that I will take before I take my leave and part.
But for now, I resign myself to blunt indifference and the course time seeks to chart.