the best parts of my life have occurred simply because I have left the worst people in it behind

I have been searching for him on every street corner, between lines of poetry, and in the pale shades of green trapped in my own eyes.
Where has he gone?
Where will I go without him?

I cant tell the difference between
love and pain.

Watching other people think
That I belong to them.

There is snow on the ground,
And the valleys are cold,
And a midnight profound
Blackly squats o'er the wold;
But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of feastings un-hallowed and old.

There is death in the clouds,
There is fear in the night,
For the dead in their shrouds
Hail the sin's turning flight.
And chant wild in the woods as they dance round a Yule- altar fungous and white.

To no gale of Earth's kind
Sways the forest of oak,
Where the sick boughs entwined
By mad mistletoes choke,
For these pow'rs are the pow'rs of the dark, from the graves of the lost Druid-folk.

I was waiting for a happy ending
But now I'm just waiting for the end