I used to live. I used to breath.
I used to feel like I'm alive.
The problem is that this abyss has come too soon.

My shining light was starlight bright
Than came the darkness of the night...
And though I try, I may, I might
Beseak by right my stolen light

And I would travel wide and far
To find again my fallen star
Beneath the earth and high above
It has a name: it's name is love.

I dreamt of thee since I was but a child
And when you came,
At first I knew you not.
But I have always burned with great desire
And my eyes finally opened as they ought.

And now I sit alone in darkness once again,
Bright hours being only but a dream.
My thoughts filled with the one, who's more than just a
friend...

Yet you, my love, are now so far away
And tears of joy become my pools of sorrow.
My love grows only deeper every day
And every night I strive to meet the morrow.

I lie, I call my hours dark and grim
Yet they are mostly filled with joy and pleasure.
Though sometimes, in the midst of leasure,
The darkest of the moments meet my day.
And in one such I find myself today,
And write these words, which otherwise I could not say.