Darkly Dreaming Demographic.

Goodbye my love forever,

Your memory torn and faded,

I still try to remember,

I cling to it as sacred.

Despite your cold callousness,

Your visage I still adore,

My faith in you blasphemous,

My devotion I abhor.

Still I see you everywhere,

In the corner of my-eye,

Hounded, maimed by deep-despair,

Yet I still can’t say goodbye.

Lovely my dear enchanting,

You have me at your mercy,

Your charms I’m not withstanding,

But we don’t have to hurry.

To kiss your lips, anything,

I’ll cross the farthest ocean,

To give you a wedding-ring,

And other foolish notions.

I love you, it’s obvious,

I feel so dumb and lucky,

Trick or something glorious,

I just think you’re so lovely.

Dying, your lap awaken,

I thought I was just dreaming,

Perhaps I was mistaken,

She’s gone and there’s no meaning.

Heaven, sainted Avalon,

None could come close or compare,

The joy you brought off-and-on,

Measured now by deep despair.

What now? I’ve been wondering,

As I sit alone sighing,

Do I keep on blundering,

Or just continue dying.

Solemn my oath, unyielding,

Love without fear or frailty,

To face the pain unflinching,

And still carry on gamely.

Foolishness or bravery,

I can never tell rightly,

Without hint of knavery,

Wouldst we all be so knightly.

Your face and pain forgetting,

Hard heart begins to soften,

Ready for more bloodletting,

With reason to be solemn.

Shadow with arms outstretching

I see you in dreams sometimes,

Were you real or farfetching?

For now in sleep you reside.

Were you just my invention?

Would I do this to myself?

Despite the best intention,

I know I’ll love no one-else.

Then I’ll just dream forever,

Pray you’ll be at my elbow,

Your lover and possessor,

Sadly you’re just a shadow.

Looking, staring intently,

Look at you and see nothing,

Yet I still look frequently,

Praying that you’re just bluffing.

You left, you took everything,

My bestfriend and my lover,

I’m sure you were well-meaning,

Didn’t want me to suffer.

But I suffer nonetheless,

The clock on the wall ticking,

Need some time to convalesce,

For now I’m only looking.

Beauty without vanity,

Your smile is pure and honest,

Eyes inspire me candidly,

Colour of leaves in August.

I just think you’re beautiful,

But my words fail to capture,

And seem almost juvenile,

When compared to this rapture.

Is your heart as angelic-

As your lips shine pale ruby?

Is this all just aesthetic?

And I’m lost in your beauty.

Clinging to you desperately,

Alas I was but dreaming,

I hold myself  dreadfully,

To stop myself from screaming.

Nights silence is deafening,

Its loudest when I’m alone,

Feelings inside deadening,

Without even strength to-moan.

But it seemed so palpable,

I could hear your heart singing,

Tricked again, so gullible,

Wake to my pillow clinging.