A nail in the coffin for your love.

Here I am, yet my placement seems ambivalent to you.

There you are and you are a landmark.

If your hands were mine to hold, I would release myself into the oblivion.

I know it will never come to pass, but fallacy always was my lover.

I feel frozen in front of you, solid like a bust of gold.

Oh, that you were my King Midas.

The hearts that beat between us give off discordant rhythms.

Somehow the beats makes sense.

They tell me you are not mine to have.

I sadly resign myself to it- to be a martyr of love.

And so my hearts spills its blood, like a sacred lamb.

A sacrifice to a world that gave me no consolation.

To be the lifeless is my destiny.

I will walk among the living without a fear.

For there is no fear if there is no love.