I am my worst enemy

Leaving my heart heavy

Hope turns to dust

Incapable of accepting love

Fearful of my unseelie

The malevolence within

At once simple and good-humoured

Matched with malice and indifference

I simply exist

Not living yet not dead

A withered soul

An empty vessel

Always searching

Uncertain of the succor required

Satiation denied

Knowing my wants

Craving my needs

Yet ignorant of them