Gentian's Lexical Tomfoolery

[Gentian]

Why?

One night I dreamed of Twilight,
her hooves were in my hands.
A gift dropped into my sight,
in glowing purple bands.

Then the dream began to end,
as these words she did give:
“Will you please be my colt friend?”
Why should I even live?

One day I dreamed of Twilight,
with me under a tree.
We talked and laughed, all was right,
were happy as could be.

She told me, then “I love you,”
and faded like a ghost.
I woke in tears at this truth:
can't have what I want most.

I hear voices in my head,
I hear the things they say.
I hear my own, just as dread,
they demand every day:

“You will never see her!”
Why should I live?

“You will never hold her!”
Why should I live?

“You will never hear her call your name!”
Why should I live?

“Why should you even fucking live?”
Why should I even fucking live?

“Why?”
Why?
“Why?”
Why?
“Why?”
Why?

…

T'was then I felt a softness:
her nuzzle on my cheek.
Her presence gave this kindness,
the answer which I seek:

Why should I even live?
Why should I endure?
I should go on for love;
I should live for her.