My decent into oblivion
Is certain
For I have been falling for so long
Theres no longer a way
To establish any point of reference
For my moral compass to guide me
Through the torment
Of bad decisions
And beautiful memories
Which coalesce into a virulent
Symphony of midnight destruction
That cripples future dreams
Into a fragmented jumble
Of abstract ideas and words
No longer carrying meaning
Yet still mean everything
To me
As I desperately plummet
Into the unknown
Blinded by your shadow

I don't know where to begin
To describe the pain I hold within

You,
And your magic
Have cursed me
Creating a diorama
Of longing and loss
Causing me to contemplate
Life's biggest decision
That is asked in a state of
Black and white
Yet you claim life isn't such:
It operates in shades of gray
We'll I have your shade
It numbers in 50
For all the ways I wish
To show you love
And compassion
Caring and acceptance
In an attempt to abolish
Your demons
So that you might sleep in peace
Knowing that no matter what
Happens, I will be there
To hold you as we fall
Off of your broomstick
3000 miles to the ground
With me in my blue jeans;
You the personification
Of euphoria
To the moment
We finally lock eyes
Sharing in the passion
Where two souls mates collide
And dispell the sorcery
Of the witch and her broomstick