I’m suffering in the name of you…

Fathom the pain I bound.
Desert planes
of agony are my living grounds.
The heat of suffering,
has always prevented me from being sound.
I’m dysphonic unconditionally,
for failing to find love, yet to be found.

My excruciating gloom,
please make it cease.
My sadness radically blooms
under consequence’s decree.
Emotions sweat out profusely in this desert of doom.
all I feel now is displeased.
This boiling temperature will consume
everything I am at savage degrees.
But how can you come to
sympathize, you’re in love and appeased.

Fathom the sorrow I house.
Desert planes of apathy
leave me perfectly confound.
The endless fever of suffering
leads me to believe, I’ll never find a spouse.
Because I’m stuck between
the jaws of misfortune’s hounds.

I’m a martyr in the name of love.
You’ve destroyed this heart now look
at what I have become.
Trying to find an affectionate dove,
sweating out emotions with every step I took.
I fight rage, but will I overcome?

Fathom my unbearable
displeasure, I cannot rebound
My spirit is parched for love’s water I’ll never bound
I’m fading before our post-terrible
affinity, but can you see I don’t feel sound?
I’m a desert martyr dying of heat exhaustion; it’s ever so profound…