amid moans and groans as time slips by the acid taste that burns as tears puddle inside
not one ounce of solitude to salve my deep wounds no tender hand to clutch to my breast in hopes of loves sweet blooms jagged peaks of desolation ripping away my soul gasping in pain holding back the waves of bitter isolation starving my battered heart and soul as I feebly trod forth alone holding in a torrent of hurt and anger assailed by life waiting for what, I no longer know slipping trying not to fade back into hells dark dungeons of pain now left with shattered heart amid the dead walking as my heart dies in loves gripping asphyxiation