Unquenched...

To be so filled with a burning passion,

That all other things seem small,

Oh! To be racked by the fires of hell

As your anguish makes you crawl

We live each day with different goals,

Focusing on what we must do

Yet when we exhaust, all distractions

Our torment begins anew

We all have that one special thing

That we would give our souls to get

Sadly though, that very thing is

What causes our night’s cold sweat

I work and play all day long,

On this meandering path of life

No one knows that sees me then,

That in my heart there twists a knife

Perhaps I am a slave, to human nature

It’s most basic flaw of all

To want and crave what I may not have

And like a child I brawl

I feel a hollow space inside of me

The absence of what I never had

Unacknowledged which went all this time

But now, it drives me mad

I never knew how vital it was

While I still had it by my side

But not to fear, cause my own sneer

Now tells me, my heart has died

I do not feel lonely, I never have

I do not shed tears and weep

I feel I have always been alone

My soul buried six feet deep

In the gloom of my room, cold and dark

As I awake muffling my scream

The depth of the night chills my bones,

As I recollect my dreary dream

I see myself repeating my follies,

See it all slip by again

I relive the trauma of when it was still fresh

And my existence seems to be vein

What can I do, I do not know

To lessen my great heart-wrench

It seems my life revolves about this

The one pain I can never quench.