inspiration hits..

Yoshiki's ballads are heart wrenching. It gets to me and it is night. It's the time when inspiration hits and I wrote this somewhat depressing poem. The night is quiet...

I sit alone in a room devoid of warmth,
I sit alone in the dark corner thinking,
I held my body close and started shivering,
Who is there to provide me with warmth?

The soft drops of rain hit the window,
I looked up and it seemed as if heaven is crying,
Is heaven crying because I am crying?
Is God even aware of the state I am in?

The melancholic music hits the chords,
The chords of loneliness that was sleeping,
It awakens now and strikes hard,
I clutched my chest as I felt the pain.

I reached out into the darkness,
There was nothing to hold on,
There was no shred of hope,
There was only nothingness.

I looked at the people around me,
I wondered how they can be so happy,
How the joy found their way into their lives,
I wondered where mine went.

I looked outside at the rain,
My eyes devoid of emotions,
I felt loneliness eating at my heart,
Soon I will be nothing but a shell.

Where will my soul be?
Will my soul be with her?
Will my soul be with them?
Will my soul be lost?

I gave up looking for directions,
I was already lost in the first place,
Nobody to turn to in times of need,
I turn to myself instead.

It seems I am living in a desert,
Bare as far as the eye can see,
There is nothing that can save me,
But maybe there is still hope.