A constant throb of heartache echoing through my mind, br br Distance between realities, br Closes as the moment falls... br A steady path of never-ending life, br Surely, I am losing my reason, br Common human frailty is in focus. br In-humane my pain becomes, br it sadly seems to be, br A forgotten seed of regret. br Sorrow in short is a lie. br How can I weep for a br Corpse unknown to me? br As a child I once pondered br to observe the soul that is now replaced by this cold sightless shape. br But now older with the wisdom that comes with age br I can no longer fathom a less unalienable degree of normal reliable feelings. br My pain is forgotten br amongst the predominant usual human flaw. br The importance of this figure br draped, for the seeing eyes, in a loosely pieced shroud of gray, br I no longer remember. br Lessons in a heartbeat flash with futile pleas br As is the reality one simple mind can not even hope to comprehend br A tear will not shed itself br For this sorrow I do not bear. br Why does this death not tempt me? br Give a reason for an enhanced version of the saddest woe. br Why does it forsake me? br Leave me pity within this sufficient lack of pain br A bothersome cover for regret, br This aching feeling of loss seems. br Still, pity is found more useful br subtly, now, br beneath a reminiscing dying spark of memory.