(i)
as the sun sets in the west
she feels the pangs
loneliness seeping into her mind
through the falling twilight.
when stars pop on that canvas
                                       of night
her hope fails utterly.

there is no need to speculate,
no reason to negate,
the wrench of pain she feels
as the starlight fails to heal.
because she can't feel the touch
                                        of love.
too far from her sits such things,
but this is only part of her pain...

(ii)
a sense of uselessness
engulfed in hopelessness
as she realizes the state she's in.
too many loves lost
at what kind of cost?
it hurts her to see the pain
                                   in their eyes
        (specifically so)
at some fault of her own.

                                   "i'm a failure!"
(she screams)
because anguish runs clean
she feels she was mean.
that her heart is confused
leaves her more than bemused,
but is it just her self-destruct
                                     sequence?
turned away, did she become volatile?
laying eggs in their hearts like a reptile.

"only god knows"
but there's no god that comes to mind
because she has been less than kind
and the guilt drives her mad...
for hearts that were never hers
burn in her mind
                                   (when they shouldn't)

she knows this
as the water laps at her knees,
cold swirling.
guilt fades into nothingness
(completeness)

her self-fulfilling prophecy
is nothing less than
the cold abyss...