Let the pen bleed the ink to make the passion splatter
Hear the pieces of whatever remains of him clatter
Could carve out the melancholy but would it matter
Fragility like that of glass and again he will shatter
Flesh cage holding me in dreamstitched
I believed everything but was bewitched
The nights are becoming darker and darker pitched
Was so unsure to begin with then it switched
What happens once you finally discover
The demons using your shell undercover
All there is waiting is loneliness as a lover
Wish I may, wish I might, but will never recover
My outstretched hands grip voids in the air
Foolishly hoping but knowing you would not be there
What is left for soi-disant as if the vagueness wasn\'t clear
You should remain as silent as the rolling tear
Spiritual envelope absorbing others pain imposed
While they enjoy feeling better you are indisposed
This suffering, this pain though to me undisclosed
Yet encouraging me to keep the coffin lid closed.....