"How can the darkness feel so wrong?"

Tell me again what I've been waiting for.  Give me hope or reason.  What is it, then, that I've been holding out for?  I can barely remember your words, so far our of reach.  If it's something awful then I think I'll have to pass.  Is it something amazing just beyond my grasp?  Tell me, please, why you have to tease.  What's in this wish?  What is beyond this dream?  Toss me a line to keep me holding on, if you think it's so worthy.  If I cannot see your face then sing me a sweet tune, if your voice is too far to reach then send me a note cast by the breeze.  Let me know there is something waiting for me at the end of this tunnel. 

I don't need your sneers or snickers.  Don't poke, Don't prod.  Even though it's been so long, I still know what awaits at the end of your line.  I know what makes you weak.  I know what makes you strong.  Just send to me what I ask.  A tiny bit of what I already know should be enough...enough to let me know...that it'll be alright.  In the end.