how should i seek anything so trivial as comfort?
i would incur any condemnations just to lie
should i seek solace? even for the pain of loss
could i even bear to look you in the eye and cry?
as my pretensions end- so as my demented drive
where i saw reality in all of this foretold tale
cast in the shadows beyond something terribly stale
falling deeply from morn till noon up to the dewy eve
and as resentment eats every inch of my rotting body
the unbearable suffering seems to subside and concealed from shame
thus the chapter of this lonely story shall cease
but the memory of longing may haunt me even in dreams.~