Oh, the dying of love
is a sad thing.
Oh, sadder by far than
the fading of
the soul from the body.
Oh, the dying of the light.
The light that shined
its holy spark of life
and hope through all the world.
Oh, the death of the heart beat
of a soul.
Oh, the death of love
is the death of the soul.
A soul that is ever after
but a ghost and wavering phantom.
Oh, to turn a heart as black as night
a sad longing unfulfilled.
Oh, the one who is forever cruel.
Vampire of the soul.
The heart that has become
its own grave.
The worms that crawl
in the black of night
in the dead
and rotting heart.
Oh, the cruel lover
that feeds on the soul.
***** the life
from a warm loving heart
till it is
but a dried and swiveled thing
unrecognizable
as a once living thing
beating thing.
Oh, cruel grave
how you are now
my only friend.
Hide me and keep me
in your cold boney arms
and let me
no more see the light of day.
Let my flesh rot,
and I become the dead thing
that I am.