I want to but can't.
I try to but fail.
I dream, but rest does not serve me.
The apoptosis of my life has been marked thus...

You invoke my tears, laughter, screams, love, hate.
These paradoxes of obsession are cruelly lined
with mockery and jest.
I prithee, spare me...

Relinquish myself I must,
from the labyrinth of Infatuation.
On the contrary,
Feed the excitement piecemeal
that this fixation will wane not.

Nevertheless, I glimpse into an ethereal dimension,
and still see myself in ur snug bosom.
Of this hope i feed upon,
it may never be fulfilled...

-.-'
scribbled at 6:03 PM