Help...

Dire is the hunger in my heart;
A searching, a seeking;
for that essential drug.

tortured and bruised from an endless ruse;
caged in a mask;
singing a lonely opera.

Be there a poison to kill this pain?
To sever these ties;
that keep me strained;

It seeps deep into my soul;
It douses my fire;
It turns me cold.

It reverberates through my veins;
throbbing dully;
again and again.

Where do I seek? How do I search?
Where is the medicine;
for this high fever.

Everywhere I turn, everwhere I see;
I see darkness looking back at me;
emptiness grinning.

I shout, I scream;
Prayers I send;
Please set me free.

none watches, none listens;
So I';m here alone in the void.
Help....