Torture, it's torture.
It's truely horrible.
It's crushing, it's gnawing.
It's tearing, it's ripping.
Knowing she's there.
Knowing she's there, but
she won't respond.
She won't talk.
It's torture.
It's horrible.
It's pain. It hurts.
It bleeds... it burns.
Knowing she's so close
but she won't speak.
She leaves without a word.
That's the worst pain of all.
Does she know you love her?
Does she continue not to care?
It itches, it burns, it seethes.

It makes me cry.
Burning tears roll down my face.
I love her so, but does she care?

It's torture, knowing she's there.
But she never once responds.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Khepary, in the year 106 MA.