Whispering through trees
Rumors stir amongst locals
Of our humble home

There is a Golden ABYSS
Among the maple trees
Past the flowers that rang prosy;
In the rains of Spring

There is an Ever-longing Abyss
Among the serenity of the forest;
Past the flowing streams
Down into Serenity Lake

There is a Blackened Abyss
Filled with Mania
Past the fabric of my heart
Decaying like bones
Forgotten in a shallow grave

A FOREST encircles us,
'Round our merry abode
Just beyond the river
Where falls the Autumn leaves

Spirits sow and fret
About in the treeline yonder
They laugh and dance;
And snicker at our petty little abode

Every evening of this Autumn
Has been their grandest theatre
The woman with running mascara
And eyes damasked in red

The husband raises his voice,
Like the church's choir bells
He knows not what he wroughts
And only the Forest may ever know

Lock my heart away
With your Skeleton's Key,
Throw it in thine CELLAR;
And may it rest at peace

Lock my soul away
In this dungeon we call home
For I never wish to leave
Our betrothal's Cellar

I am HAPPY -
Through chaos betwixt upon me;

Rain shall fall - and;
Flowers may wilt - from;
Fields damasked in blood,
As tears of my toil.

Debt knocking upon my door,
Whispers haunting my floor;

Terrors hail from the sky,
Loneliness hung to dry;

But I am Happy,
Prithee, can't you see?

I am an addict -
For your pain
Your love,
Your roses,
Your touch;

I am a house of cards -
Full of pain
I fall apart
Like rain

But you -
Are to blame
For my;

Addiction to pain