There's a feeling that words
cannot express.
A sublime torture that I
did not want to confess.
Torture is not the right
word now, but a realization
at its best.
This feeling has encompassed
my time.
Time turns into a melding pot
where the beginning and end is won.
You cannot feel what I feel,
but you can feel the feeling
that I feel.
Come inside with your
psychological tests, but
there are no words to express
this sublime realization torture
for it doesn't rest.
I feel you are the reason,
but when I look in the mirror,
you don't exist.
Only the reflection
of my torn up face
filled with scars
from this feeling's embrace.
A tortured soul doesn't
stare back,
but this sublime realization
of this "love" for you that
I lack.
Hold me now,
I'd like to scream,
but you holding me and
me holding you is time
that has not yet one.
