Surrounded by a melee
Of loved ones, kin and friends
Still I look beyond
Searching for the unknown
Even in crowd, I am all alone
A handful proffered
Yet my hands do not come together
To cup the things that I owned
My restless soul
I do not find peace
Even with myself
Nor with anyone else
Now I dread life
With each passing day
It draws near
To the final truth
There is no love
Yet, I do not fear
I am already dead
In spirit, all feelings have bled
I yearn for happiness
My darkened soul
Though will go to hell
For I deserve no pity
My heart aches for love
Love I spurned
Still I look beyond
For what I could never own