• What strives me anymore?
    Is it the person I still call me amore?
    Even though we are no more.
    And likely sees me as a bore.

    Am I alive or am I dead?
    I can't stop this thoughts in my head.
    I'm so racked I can't even go to bed.
    As I am filled with so much dread.

    These feelings still dwell in my heart.
    I no because of me we're miles apart.
    These words I write are my only art.
    Away in a grave I shall be kart.

    I can't feel my bones no more.
    My soul is gone, my heart slowly dead.
    Now my thoughts are as old as lore.
    So bludgeon my head and paint me dead.

    No longer smiling.
    No longer laughing.
    No longer moving.
    No longer living.