Burnt Out

Happiness seems far from reach It used to be something kept near Lonliness has cast its darkened shadow upon me The warmth of love no longer has a place What has happened to make this flee from me? Is it karma...or curse? Maybe something worse... My heart ices over a little more each day Why has my love's furnace grown dim? It no longer kindles the passion for life, only making it bearable Once there was overflowing happiness that burst from my heart's cup, only to be replaced by gradual dust Inside I'm screaming for attention or some kind of affection, when the mirror only shows a hardened stature To the world: I'm moved and warm Inside: I'm still and rigid The wick from my candle is still lit but how long until it dies out?