Visions

Wherefore have I walked to
Sure is the end of the world
Or so it seems to be
For it is devoid
Of all I can even relate to
The human in me has died
Your embrace today was a resurrection
Yet your going was nothing short of a murder
By my own hands
Nothing by you
I as have always followed the universe
Let it yank me into existence
Bury me into oblivion
Yet feeding me life that seems nothing but auxiliary
And then I see your face in my eyes
Always there yet not mine
And I have no way to hold it back
If this is my torment so be it
For it does show me your presence randomly
Resurrecting me, killing me
in an endless cycle of pain and peace
I live for those glimpses
I exist for the torment .