An Unforgotten Event

I have woken up in this room before,
Encased in a thin sticky membrane,
Sitting up slightly I glimpse the door,
It's solid oak with a flawless grain,

The walls of stone are a cold winter rain,
I toss my legs off one side of my crypt,
Singing softly asking what's left to gain,
From the darkened ceiling a tear drop dripped,

Caught it in hand just as heart skipped,
Standing to face the exit legs are weak,
Take the first step and feel what ripped,
Soul still lies there waiting to speak,

The tear I caught now runs down my cheek,
Apparition says, "You Killed The One You Love,
Now What Have You Left Yet To Seek?"
Responding, "nothing is left, now void of,

all that i no longer can claim to belove,
has gone from me through my own fault,"