What need I say or do or be,
To lure you to me and keep you in here?
Or should I just lie and vie and cry
And lose myself in the effort of gaining you?

What is truth anymore, and where is the line,
Marking that point of no return?
I have lost my way in this tangle of tales
Of fine and good, of must and should.

The shrouded path that lies ahead mirrors my inner dread
At the possible ends I might merit.
My biggest fear is my own fear of the very act
I long to do, yet cannot. And so I slowly rot...