there is but one light in my life, 
one possible good I have left to achieve
the only thing in my life not indifferent, not wasted
tis not a dream nor a goal, for those can be achieved
she is my paradox, my soul, my love 
everything that is still good in me
she is my downfall, the reason for my deterioration 
how I love her, how I need her from the very pit of my
burning soul
a horrible feeling to know she can save my life as she
drifts farther away 
how I hate her, with every bit of emotion and anger I can
seem to conjure 
destroyed by my light, my love
destroyed by my paradox