My worst nightmare.*
The nightmare I met,
That I fell for,
The hole that I voluntarily
Fell head-first into without thinking.
Whether asleep or awake,
The note sung at the right pitch,
To wake me up, eating me from
The inside, converting me slowly,
Conquering my life with thy many names,
Raising your flags within my heart.
A being that can take many forms,
Whether real, or imagined;
Whether evil, or a blessing, to
Pull at the feelings of which I crave,
The storm of emotion will I chase
To balance the internal scale of pain,
Suicidal versus insane.
I aim,
To capture you in all six senses,
Wanting to have you beyond
My ****** form:
Whether it'd be the desire,
To be shrouded in a clad of romance
Tempted by the touch of your skin,
The smell of your perfume,
Plunging myself into the stars of your eyes.
Whether it'd be the addiction
To have you call my name,
The slight taste of need
From you will awaken me,
Even from Death.
I will die
Soon, whilst you define my life. So
Take yourself away from me:
For I'd rather die under the pressure
Of reaching for the unattainable
Instead of being haunted by you,
Forever, always and after.
Oh frustrations, frustrations.