Sometimes in midnights, lifeless,
when all is still and meek.
I would sit amongst the corners,
of that residential spot,
you so have claimed against my heart.
That bitter sweat of sarcasm,
sharpened to my senses.
a shroud arrest upon thy shoulders.
leaking from your eyes.
Begging me oh so sweetly,
to stay here by your side.
To roll in Smokey haze,
beyond the dawn of sunlight.
To slumber ever on,
in reality amiss,
to linger on your sugared lips,
licks of hidden poison.
Yet i shan't leave this life in jest,
to stay with one who spites me so.
I’ll run to she who loves me best,
for she shall rescue me from woe.
Until such time as woe prevails,
I’ll only dream of you, my queen.
And when it comes, my love, she wails,
in you, sweet death, I shall be seen.