Jan 9, 2012

Shadow of life

When I look beyond me
 there is no one else but me to love,
 and I find it so vain.
I want to shout, I hate you Narcisse.

Grooming myself is a torture, 
because as my face looks more and more like me,
 I can't help but thinking why 
I don't see you beside me in the mirror.

Every bit is so hard to swallow, 
because fueling this life can only make sorrow deeper, 
longer and happiness feels like a more and more distant memory.

Anything I do I wonder what for, 
as I know it will not bring you back, 
the shining lamp that casted warmth over my future.
I thread the limbs in the dark, so lonely.