Oh that hour of ecstasy,  
Two hearts did enchant.
Burning madness
Overwhelming passion
A vast lover's ocean of fire.

She said unto him,
"Take upon my heart
For keeping,
And comfort me darling
In my days of weeping."

And he did.
But thus lovers fate
Suggest foreboding.

Once she did not return.
And her lover was overtaken by grief.
Words of the dead conflicting him.
Unsure and melancholy
He disappeared.

No one really knows,
They say he locked himself up
And away from life.
Misery was the drug
Of which he never restrained.

But I can see him laying there,
Thoughts of his precious lover
Running though that tired mind.
And buried deep within,
He has still kept her heart
Just like she said.
And he'll never give in.

I am as wild as the ink from my pen

I remember
The tasteful sips
Of our young
Teenage lips

Before the tongue of men
Had slithered its way
Drinking sweet lust
Until none remained

I remember
Timid trembling hands
That took what was given
With need,  not demand

Before beggars
Were choosers
And winners
Became losers

I remember
A December
When our warmth
Was enough
When a boy and I
We're young
And made love

I feel empty
Completely emotionless
And it's awful.

All I know is that I want something
To fill me up
But I don't know what that something is
This blankness within confuses me
It's bewitching and perplexing at the same time.