Within my heart: the blackest of black
within my body: a trapped soul.
Time, of course, has come and gone,
and bad times must take their toll.
I grew older as the sky wept,
with head caught in the ground.
I knew no escape and so, of course,
I simply had to drown.
Ever a thing as complex as Death
its name would be Sweet Love.
Blessed be the weary
as our souls leave up above.
Love is such a shallow thing
whose blessing was my curse
leaving me with evil thoughts
and dreams, oh, so perverse.
Within love I gave a dream,
which died in Death's dark fire-
to live with my love happily;
till our bones began to tire.
Now twenty years have come and gone
and I see not my lover's face,
but merely Death as he seeks me,
sitting in her place.
And so, in front of fire place
I smile with weak eyes.
I have no one, I am no one-
no need for sad goodbyes.
And so, I seep into a sleep-
my eyes closed to my fate
as the darkness draws me in,
no longer do I wait.
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