From my private collection: Poetry from the Dark Side of the Night I Die a Little Death By Gig I die a little death each day that I'm alone Finding love is like getting water from a stone The darkness at the end of day is not the night But rather in the search of hope a lack of light And foolish desire erupts with every smile Tho' the truth behind it might just be filled with bile I die a little death Each time I take a breath I crave but human touch But will never see such As I pass from this land Ne'er to walk hand in hand. I die a little death, each morn when I awake In a great big empty bed, Oh for heaven's sake Eating breakfast by myself kills the taste of food And tho' the sun shines bright it can't improve my mood My prison is walking alone upon this earth With no hope of increasing solitary worth I die a little death Each time I take a breath I crave but human touch But will never see such As I pass from this land Ne'er to walk hand in hand. I die a little death each night when I lay down With no hope that the 'morrow will bring love around With nothing to offer any woman's true heart So whyfore ever would I consider a start My dreams were shattered by my age and by my health Cupid's arrows missed, my friend, now death comes by stealth I die a little death Each time I take a breath I crave but human touch But will never see such As I pass from this land Ne'er to walk hand in hand. From lonliness my life's blood has gone down the drain And solitude's cursed my life with a mind insane.
