Poems of Life (Depression, Love, Etc.)

Looking to Nothing

"Far below the tortured man sings," 

Or so she says, but little does she know 

That the tortured man is lurking nearer 

Than six feet under.

She steps into the graveyard, 

Sweet heartache on her mind, 

"I just want to see your face!" 

The skies could never hear her pleas, 

They could never bring him back to her, 

And, instead, they brought rain down upon her, -

She is looking to make sense of all this suffering, 

The world is cold and empty without him, 

She doesn't know what to do, she is lost, 

Cold, and afraid. 

"What should I do?!" 

No one is there to save her from herself,

And she faintly smiles as she faintly recalls

His sweet scent before laughing at a once fond memory, -

What has become of her? 

She has changed, she is starving for - him. 

She yearns to see his face once more, 

To feel his touch, 

To smell his sweat smell, 

To smile and laugh with him, 

She is dying to find her other half.

Each day a piece of her sanity dies, 

It withers away like his skin, - 

"Take me away from all of this suffering!" 

I thought she was ready for me to let go, 

And I finally die only to watch her die, too.