eternity knows no bounds

harboured somewhere within the deep recesses of my mind there lies thoughts of yOu. healing wounds gape over time.. how funny this thing called time, should ironically be the only apparent tool promising hopes of alleviation from hurt. how humourous that it should ultimately and surely be the very epitome of my downfall. luring me into greater insanity. into greater solitude. incessantly driving one further into helplessness and despair. and where would yOu be if i were dead?