I feel no passion in anything IDo now or even when I try to stay
Alive and free. All i can do is sigh.
What if sadness is my eternal fate?
I am starved for love from another being.
Alone, I wander meaningless and numb.
Through my eyes loneliness is what I'm seeing.
And so to love I shall remain so dumb.
My heart I find to be so cold and dead.
Tomorrow my true pulse shall halt its pace.
And in so doing I shall now be led,
To meet death and always gaze on its face.
To be or not to be is what he asked.
And I shall answer this with one last gasp.