Irony of life.

Night came like a big black cloak shrouding me from the days' happenings, wraping me within the cold biting embraces of things that I can't explain, can't accept and dread knowing. Every bit of it about you.

You are my chronic heartache, the sour aching feel in my chest. the memories, they are like backlash that prevents me from doing things properly, the force that swings my mood.

Rational part of me ponder at the futile efforts of such thoughts. I am powerless to change or do anything.

There are so many sides of me in conflict, I can't write down anything proper.

Now, you have become
a hunger that cannot be sate
a thirst that cannot be quench
a void that empties all my hopes and dreams
a bane to what I believed in.

Once you said "there is nothing that cannot be done if we put our heart and soul into doing it." I put my heart and soul into you and look what I have gotten myself into.

This sea of bitterness that you drown me in
But yet the dilemma, I took the jump into it on my own accord!
Haa, the irony of life.