His panorama on her chamber wall
From lucidity The Matron fell
Into a pit of gloom
She reprises in doom
This aging man, a plethora of pain
When will thee love again?
The Matron only adumbrates to serve and please
Every man she knew, and their greed
Forthwith that lust which holds her hand
The Matron traipse with everyone in the land of the damned
She rather maroon the one that loves her most
Whereas his yearning never mattered as he liberated his ghost
He prayed in vain for her love
For a god to send from a bolt above
Waning in agony with the moon
Departing, his soul sails swoon
From a Giant's stride I watch attuned to her motility
Yet one that ceases to involve me by her side
Watching her alone on the sandy shores
Eagle-eyed at the sun and the ocean tide
Every erupting dusk
All hellish night long I would cry
Being banished from her life
I now aspire to die
Not literally, but shed this past life
The one that lived to love her
The one I mourn now
Invoking in tears for it to burn
Perhaps I shall descry what is missing
By turning my life around
Maybe I just don't care anymore...
Instead just rest my old bones in cold ground
Every stirring day that expires I miss thee
Fancy the day away if these eyes will ever see you again
Uncertain if thy tomb is the only door to your room
There, you lie resting peacefully as can be
Magnificent your beauty bewilders me
In my delusion, our love flows in this hallow stream of illusions
This life crawls along under the moon
Without you, as the night-light shines blue
I will love always love you, lest I lose all I ever knew
Ten thousand pieces you marooned me in
Succubi of love and sin
Usurped thy heart out within
Like an empty chalice of fulfillment, shattering as you drop it in a filth bin
You witness me fracture into shards of pain
Burbling at my heart beating your infectious bane
How you cannot perpetually refrain
From derailing my soul like a runaway train
You just step on my heart
Tore it completely apart
Wheel my corpse out on a cart
Savoring my soul rotten with tart
All I can brood about is how bad I crave to die
Lacking ample amounts of tears for me to cry
In my arm with a razor I scrye
I love you, goodbye
I hope your estatic destroying
Invisible, it constricts with a gaseous grip
A harbinger of horror by the demon
With a mephitis of a sulphurous crypt
You hark nothing but delusions of a freeman
Tasting nihility, misery blooms as you become enslaved
By the Chains of Addiction.