Lived for the torture.

I'm sighing a lament for a better world
I've read the lines over and over again
only to recede into a deep darkness of endless void
can you save me for what I fright?
what doff this throe be that webs threw my vain?
you've taught me the lorn of your heart
taught me you are a voided presumption
I wish I'd never felt for you so many myriad aeons
without a heart- a mind collective of thought I wander
wander to the places I've never witnessed, nor knew were real
you never asked if I was decomposing on the inside
what if I am? Will you care?
will you lament my void?
I've been choking on thy feeble lies
my dear friend- have you not understood
I've handled this pain- holding very tight
and now I wander to the dancing grave stones
into a deep darkness were obscurity of a tomorrow's dwells.