End of days

Why must I live through this torment
life alone is a form of torture,
so why?...why I say?!....

Of course no reply,
for there is no-one to listen
No god...No Idle is caring for one such as myself

Alone in my very own void called existence
where I must wander aimlessly to find purpose
Common sense says,
"why try to live in a non-existent existence"
meaning I have no hope...

And as I come to realize this truth,
I suddenly begin to ponder...
"who is this person whom I hardly know?"
She is there,in the canvas of my eyes when they close
On them painted perfection beyond all comprehension
That perfection is a face no flower nor star could contest

I now begin to see light beyond the horizon,
in the midst of pure darkness a glow
A blissful sight that would be legendary,
even in the likes of heaven

She alone is my purpose for life
The only one to care
Although my soul is corrupt and rotted of all emotion
she sparks life within the most lifeless part of my being

To you my love,I shall care for thee
til' my dieing days
And during that day,with my final breath,
the informant of death shall say
"As he lay,with his final breath,he said",
Mahal kita my love my flower,for you I live forever more....."