I still can, because you once were.

Jaded, Exhausted…
I see clearly, never again
Trying for less weariness
Drained from strive

Terrified, to love
Yet petrified to not be cherished
Not a want, Not a craving
Yet a desire to be needed

Horrified of dieing
Troubled to live
Who am I now? What have I became?

Cold hearted, less aware
I fret not for anything
I love on a fine thread
For the twine breaks, every time.

I fear danger, I terror harmless
Never satisfied, by no means
I am young, yet I sense wrinkles outlining
As if life was errantly in fast forward

I scream within, murmur aloud
Hopeful a soul shall heed thee
I feel vanished, I feel recovered.
Yet never once more pure or whole

The tombstone, still rests.
Nightmare encounters reality.
My ticker, my faith, has vanished
So have  I.
For whom I formerly was, I can not recall.

Yet It is of these needles that fortify me
My ignition, my every breath
The unpleasant which confirms my existence

If not such, then I shall not remain
I then have naught to live for

The dire ascertains we are competent
God in no way bestows too much to conduct

You and I shall yet again reunite
Misery would feel thy eyes
If I ever disenchanted thee
By preferring to not carry on

Love is immeasurably durable
Despite of the extent you acquire
A beautiful sadness encircles
And surely it is you, for my motive
To make an effort to again love.
To merely smile, once more.

What a beauitful sadness.