And though I yearned only to be saturated by your love.
That which I find is only the shadowing of the present by sweetened memories.
And despite words upon words I have spoken.
Their meaning only fades away into ashes.

What does it matter anymore?
I am imprisoned in my misery.
Words upon words you gave me.
Yet they were but words that were never to be my reality.

I cannot fathom my existence.
Nor the existence of what I perceived to be.
Now I am incarcerated by doubt.
And further estranged from emancipation.

Who is there is save me?
Oh the times that I have cried out.
All for naught, for nothing.
And I am left with only my tears.