Vendetta Against Your Kiss

I absorb the string of words, all of which they say,
I am rendered numb by their emotions;
and it's like a tidal wave.
But the bottom line is; that I feel so alone...
and the point which I must make, is that this is not my home.
So why has fate cast me out into the cold?
And why was I abandoned, before I had grown old?
I, too, feel the sun upon my skin;
and I, too, fear the memories from the places I have been.
I know what it feels like, to have the rain upon one's brow,
for I spent many a night wondering, and contemplating how.
How I was to salvage the remnants of my soul?
Or if I could reclaim, from me, the pieces which they stole.
Though I aspire to fill a hole in the map of all reality,
to occupy a space, it seems, which lacks my sense of fantasy;
And it, would be lost without I
and I would be empty without it.
And the world would beg me to write in tongues,
through my unbridled sense of wit.
However, my words fall mute it seems;
upon the brains of the chosen ones who live vicariously.
I whisper; my love is as loud as a freight train,
and I have a vendetta against your kiss.
When I look into your eyes, I wonder
how it ended up like this?
For I see the error of your way,
and it's splayed between our bed sheets;
it happens every day.
I abhor this crooked joy, and I hate this morbid bliss;
but for years I've been a slave to my vendetta against your kiss.