I have lost myself in a dark alley
pining in the deep depths of relational woes.
Groping with no will to rise
Craving my own eternal demise.
What is this world, what is love?
Who am I after she has gone
Dead to me, alive to him!
Dead to me, I am dead to me.
Who am I? This human shape
Which once hoped in the light of day
Then in a day, or more, in successes of days
Isolation became my only way.
I fear the light of love
Hatred too I cannot adore
Feelings too severe severed from me
Loosing myself in this dark alley of isolation!