What Will I Do?

By Maritimer

What will I do?

Can I live?

Do I want to live?

She is my soul.

Am I hers?

Does she depend on me as I do her?

I am unsure.

She swears on our love.

Yet, she searches.

For something I cannot give.

My soul is too dark.

My hands to bloody.

My life too violent.

She will leave me.

It is only a matter of time.

What will I do?

Can I live?

Do I want to live?

No.

© February 2, 1999

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