Sigh....
By Cor

I think I am here for a reason
yet I cannot fathom why
oftentimes I need to cry
I observe all those around
nary I make a sound
hoping to be found

Their silence echo's in my mind with the agony I find
How many wish to leave this world behind?
Does happiness exist in this world,
or is it a cruel trick to distract us,
from the morbid reality and cruelty of the world

My head fills with a confusing montage of images
making life a living hell,
oh, I need to yell.
Burning, thinking mind, flying free
feet firmly embedded in the quagmire of confusion
often, delusions of our happiness together
awakening to find you gone,
never having been here at all

Time, the healer of wounds
inflicts upon me pain as I watch the rain
I winch because I know
I need you if I am to be whole.

The need feeds upon my soul
devouring me as I go
The emptiness in the chaos of my life
is larger than the endless void of space and time
I am lost as you slip away
lost, alone the tears run from my eyes.