Rough night... hopefully I can find the peace to sleep.
I doubt it, ghosts haunt me, fear cradles me in order to not allow for peace,
lost in my own heart I have nothing left that she hasn't taken,
perilous attempts for a love that doesn't love in return, not in the way I desire and need,
searching in the crevasses of hell trying to find my path through the valley of death,
welcoming it with open arms and free-spirit,
Love once again the enemy of the heart, logical the mind tries to make sense of it all...
nothing left, the last bead of blood drains from my veins as the sought-after love will never again take this now loveless soul