In visions of the dark night
  I have dreamed of joy departed—
But a waking dream of life and light
  Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day
  To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
  Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream—that holy dream,
  While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam,
  A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro’ storm and night,
  So trembled from afar—
What could there be more purely bright
  In Truth’s day star?

as day became night
as night became darkness
as darkness became me

I asked death for a kiss
                   and became captivated in her lust.

intoxicated
from the soft touch
of your lips

infatuated
from the way your hands
intertwine perfectly with mine

hypnotized
by the smell of musty cologne
that your clothes drown in

how sad, that your memory

is my addiction