In my dreams, your picture was intact: from your hair there was a reckless shine. Brightening my skin; as sweet and delicate as apple fruits. Sometimes I thought you were guiltless; a soulless devil who is no longer capable of deceit; you were wan, listless, and shy. You are my sin, my soul. The tip of my tongue could not help pronouncing your name; you were my the light of my life, fire of my *****. Flame of by bones, air to my breathlessness. My sole yearning, the only earnest hope that I long to come true. Relief of my pain. Cure for my loneliness. Sweetness in the midst of bitterness; breeze amidst the shards of eternal sunlight. You were wearing your favourite shirt, your lips were in ecstasy; as splendid as yesterday's evening candy. You were lonesome and yet as pure as a baby. I hath always dreamed of you that way, in some of the recent days; but I was indeed wrong. It was the silliest of dreams! I was deceived by your superficial gentleness! You are nothing but a creature of malevolence; you conquered my love and walked out on me; you do not deserve me! You are none but a demonic fault in my romance; a hassle, an insignificant, a vile mist of shadow that I ought to leave behind as an indignant trace of my past! I despise you, my love.