As time goes by.

[Fkeu'itan]

I need not,
Your heart of gold,
Tongue of seduction,
Nor of comforting tone.

I need not
Your loving touch,
Or careful embrace,
Lest I become loved.

No, I need it not.
For I have found,
That love and life,
Sing not for me.

Rather,
Singers of other songs,
Are those that reap theirs.
Yet I am left to other.

So I march,
Relentlessly, forcefully,
Never faultering...
T'ward my truth.

Truly needing,
Only words left unspoken,
Feelings communicated sole,
Though the colours and tones.

A saying whispered,
On the simple summer breeze,
Or the calming caress,
Of a heightened summer.

So I see,
That pitch night,
Illuminated only by
Moon and stars, so distant...

Are my love,
My lust,
My only,
And my ever.

I bid farewell,
To the loss,
The pain and anguish,
Of partnerless reel.

--

Most people get drunk to forget their sorrows and self-hatred. Me? I get drunk to sink deep into them and revel in all that I find ill of myself. But not just that, everything that I will never experience as a result... And the most barren landscapes of the soul.

[Human No More]

Nice.
Well, that works too - I can say I do that from time to time too, although last time I did that to such a level was maybe last year.