"Unloved" Written By Milena Grubor

From the earliest hour, I yearned for things that cruelly passed me by,

My very soul a broken chord beneath a weeping sky.

I learned that love is but a lie that cold mortality imparts,

And found the deepest solitude residing in our hearts.

I poured my heart's lifeblood for the wraiths who gave no part,

A sacrifice to silence, the tearing of the heart.

I gave too much, to phantoms thin, who knew no true regret,

And so the pallid sickness seized the life I tried to let.

Now feeling is a rusted thing, a chain that cannot break,

The very breath I draw is for oblivion's cold sake.

My senses fled, my life congealed, and I became the floor

Of a mausoleum built upon a love that is no more.

I hear his voice nearby, a music I must long to fear,

It rings against the silence of the friend he holds so dear.

She is the warmth he cherishes, the light he cannot spare,

While I am but the dust motes spinning in the empty air.

Yet once, a single tremor shook the marble of my breast,

A ghastly, brief illusion of a moment's promised rest.

A smile that pleaded fiercely, though it knew it must retreat,

But found the world indifferent, and its cold rejection sweet.

When the clay consumes me wholly, and the darkness seals my doom,

Will my unloved ghost linger in this cold and haunted room?

The chilling answer echoes from the shadow I have grown:

That even in the ether, I shall wander here, unknown.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

I get high and listen to Alice In Chains for this kind of thing.

There are no answers by the way. Definitely prepare yourself for that. Unless you like math, there are "answers" in math but... ha, good luck with that.