my picture of hell is to yell
my name
my love
my passion
down a long, dark tunnel
and hear only
my name
my love
my passion
echoed back to me in blank mockery
if love is to say "yes" in a world that says "no"
i am ultimately, eternally
in love and heart broken
by empty faces, staring eyes
and mouths too shy to speak.
it's so hard to go on alone.