Falling

I am bored without love and its passionless limbs that drapes over my remaining emotions in a superior state of potency while wearing a smug look of dominance. my soul is crying for help, but can anyone hear? Falling, falling deeper. Now here are the remains of nothingness alone and worthless trying to build up love with two halves of a broken heart; with harsh darkness surrounding me, won't you at least help? Falling,falling even deeper. I scream my poetic vows between hearts pathetically, but all i get is nothingness like all the words said upon deaf ears, sounds of sorrow spill into my world. Instead of each other, somewhere beyond the maelstrom of clouds cupid has lost his love arrows. So now where does that leave me? Falling, falling deeper into oblivion