The Truth Behind Life

Oh my!I think i've been dead
O'er the dreadful irony.
My love was no more
Yet I still stand with my mind a drift.
It all comes to this--my dear,
Nothing but a brainstorm
Of all the pity in your heart.
Still on that same old topic
That no one knows.
Countered the thoughts of life and death,
Of the infatuation of love,
Under gone the soulless partners of unholy crimes
To only be greeted with another ryhme to be solved.
If only,Oh! If only,
You would have stopped to say,
"Why must this continue?I just might have to take that advice--
and fear the reaper no more."