still

still..waiting
for this life to end
and the next to begin
no excitement in leaping
forward
there is a big sink hole where
I once lived.
Darkness, no candle glow;
quiet my password,
nothing spoken.
an alien feeling
watching you turn into a stranger
not someone I would
have fallen so hard for;
who are you?

really..who are you?
a monster perhaps.
definitely no shining armor
a dark hooded cloak
to hide who you are from the world.