The loneliness I wear like a shroud
Deep and dark wrapped around
Matching the sky,
Matching my mood
I’ve given myself fully
No piece of my heart is left
I’ve nothing left to offer
Nothing left to give
Fatigue weighs on my limbs
Wearily I still trudge
Moving by momentum
Moving by sheer force of will
The end isn’t near
And it will never come
With scythe and cloak He came to me
With icy fingers He held my face
With frozen lips He kissed me
Then without a backwards glance he left me
But I’ve begged
And I’ve pleaded
Yet I’m still here.

...i can't make it stop, can i?