The Cause

Even though I whither away I crave what I cant have. I crave my true love. Even though I’m ready to leave I crave the sweetness of the warmth of what I shall never have. My days count down to my final breath, my final glimpse of meaningless. You know my days were lost to the hearth of temptation and my body lost to the cause, a cause which shall never be fulfilled. Even though my hearth cry’s out for a second chance it’s something I shall never precede whit. My days are counted and lost one by one. As my emotions are set free it makes it even harder to become one whit in. as my days are lost to the cause I bleed like no other I suffer only because I know what I want, I know what I need an I cant proceed whit it! A pain much greater then the one who seeks a vengeance I am truly the fallen one.