Although my love seems eternally fleeting,
I can still feel my heart forever beating,
but internally I am always weeping,
and my body is always screaming,
for what I truly want,
is ultimately escaping me.
Oh how my eyes are truly tearing,
while my soul is surly ripping,
and my mind is oh so slowly slipping.
How can I continue to eternally be gripping,
onto that which is forever missing?
Sensations of which are never returning,
and oh how I am slowly expiring,
in a world that is always oh so, treacherously beguiling.