Yet another realm has been given up
in search of a loved one
someone who would overhear the slick remarks
someone who would overlook the gold and silver of the plastic
someone who would see through the tailored suit
and still like what she would see.
In the world of mortality I give too much and ask too little
in the world of the mind I give too little and ask too much
I have becomed the person that I am
never being able to trust someone
forever living in solitude
forever damned.