I sit atop the plateau,
where I once sat with you.
I gaze at the stars,
which once reminded me of your eyes.
Tears escape from my eyes,
which never have,
until you.

The pain of loneliness,
is worse than the fabled Hell.
The truth that i am alone,
ailes me far greater than a trident through
my already sore heart.

I've given you my soul
my love,
my thoughts,
my loyalness,
my life.

And you felt fit to cast my soul
into the eternal blaze of the abyss
you have created.

You dare label yourself religious,
yet have woven a quilt of naught
but sin.

You even speak to me
of faithfulness,
yet have daydreamt of being in several
other men's arms.

I took all of my soul's income,
and invested it in my love for you.
Now I am left with nothing.

Forced to live in a wasteland,
void of love,
void of life.

If there is a hell,
death will be a relief.

I'll take my eternal pain,
over loneliness.