Tortured and Soulless

Sorrowful screams of death and despair as my soul is ripped from me, for he is my soul and he will be the death of me. His screams ring through my mind as I lay restless unable to sleep, his screams of hurt tear through me like a wondrous nightmare while I try to sleep. His torturing screams running through me making me feel his pain and torture, making me scream out in pain for him. For my love for him runs so deep in my veins, my heart, my soul. My screams grow so loud they are silent and unheard. He is lost and dying. I must find him before its to late and his lost forever. If he's lost, I will became soulless, broken, bleeding, lost, and dying forever in endless pain. He's gone, without a trace, I cannot find him........... I was soulless and still am. I am dying slowly without my soul, for he will be my painful death. I am dying and lost, bleeding and tortured, slowly losing myself more each day. My death is near..... I will die soon.... Death is so silent...... So peaceful....... So calm.