"Your heart fears reality. Your mind fears sanity. Your body fears society, and yet you are still here.
Why, my love, are you still walking through the plains of this earth if, without a doubt, you are surely dead anyway?
I know you, and you know me, for I am you. You're broken all the time and it feels as though you've submerged yourself under a frozen lake.
I'm sure you have hope that things will get better, and they may. But why not welcome the misery?
Ah, yes. You have. I know. But, you know of what I speak. And what a tragedy it would be.
And you feel the temptation, regardless. I know your pain, I know your mind. I know how hard this all is for you.
There's an emptiness they left there. A cold dagger they used to stab you in the heart. I feel it too, for I am you.
I don't know what to do, even now as I lay out the field of which you are so afraid of. I don't know."
And I responded to myself,
"You've welcomed the problem.
Congratulations. But your heart is still cold and your mind is still broken. Your soul is torn to shreds, and your body is weak. And yet, you fight on. It's extraordinary.
I can't breathe in he thickness of the atmosphere here I am suffocating, and I am afraid I will just give in
Though they told me never to, the temptation is still there like a fruit of Good and Evil swaying in front of my face
The relief and peace taunts me with its sweet scent of heavenly delight, and I am on the verge of taking a bite
And while it seems to be a nicety and a gift, it's really a poisoned apple that will surely bring me doom
Temptation is nigh, and my will is disintegrating I'm getting dizzy I'm getting cold My heart is slowing Have I lost? Or is this road just beginning?
~The Inquisitive Crow
Author's Notes: I like to think this lament is in the style of Shakespeare. A genius, and true inspiration. Although, Poe is my ultimate inspiration...which explains a lot. Hm.