Requiem for Dakness

My life stretches before me
An arid wasteland
All alone I stand here
Among mountains of sand

My cold heard beats in mine bosom
Hard as stone, closed to the world,
As I stand alone in this sea of sorrow
Shedding tears of dust

Each breath is laboured
Every step heavier than the last
My mind reminisces about joys once savoured
Yet I am lost in infinite coldness

I yearn for joy, I yearn for love,
I yearn for sorrow, I yearn for pain
I yearn for emotion, something I lost somewhere along,
Nay, for sooth, I threw it away.

After all, I reasoned, who needs emotion?
Love hurts all within its grasp
Anger consumes you like a flame
Regret haunts you ‘til the last of your days
Emotion is a useless thing
Something better to have kept away.

But lo! I beseech you, follow not in mine footsteps
For no longer can I savour the sweet taste
Of love, comradeship, all things good,
Nor can I weep, weep tears of sorrow
(heartfelt or otherwise)
For what I have yearned for, I have become,
A cold emotionless monster.

Alas, for now it is far too late for me to change
For I now stand alone; all have passed me by
Too late for me perhaps, but not for you!
Live your life, live it through,
Be not like me, able to do naught but shed tears of dust,
A cold emotionless monster,