The Tourment

The staying away! Not speaking…. Not telling how my heart jumps whenever…
I wish I could scream it! And yes, I’m so selfish! I say I and I again
and again! Not asking… Not daring to think
Not wanting to know the already obvious answer…

A thousand moons! An army of demons… the soul of a wolf
No curse… no magic stronger than the heart of another
The waltz has no purpose! The march lost its meaning
It only remains in the form of a nightmare
The pain that will never heal but will be forgotten…

And yet the dream! The tourmenting of the sweetness
The almost kiss, the taste, the softness! The shiver …
And then the wake up… The almost touch of the skin…
The scent… the perfume left on my hands…
Craziness! Madness…. Tourment… Pain! Yet I am happy!
I feel! Trapped, not wishing for an escape; For there is but one…
Happiness is useless if not shared…