...and haunted by
undead royalty.

We sink to extremes
and discover solace in finality,
because we yearn to be
morally black and white.

Engineers of blood-driven machines,
garnered in fleets, unsinkable,
parasites, unkillable.

Your wights and revenant
wander around you like
brain-dead dogs caged in
useless human flesh.

Finding ease in ownership.
Bliss in the wavering ignorance
of taking orders without question.

We are gods or insects.

It's hard to keep it all together with you pulling me apart.
Crawling underneath my skin and breaking me slowly from the start.
You could have anything you wanted, and baby, so could I.
Except the thing that truly counts, that once thing... "You and I".
No matter how much I fall apart, no matter how much I cry..
I never will stop nor will I give up, because without you my reflection is but a lie.
I don't feel right, and I don't feel sane. Quite frankly I'm a *****.
But looking in your deep green eyes, my love defeats the Lich.
I feel at peace, I feel at home, nevermore have I felt secure.
The touch of your lips as you hold me close is no longer what assures.
I lay in bed, reaching for you, but your spot has long grown cold.
I'd wait a thousand years for you, if only to grow old.
It doesn't matter when or where, to see you is what matters.
I just want for you to know, without you, my love, my life just simply shatters.
I love you more than thunderstorms; unpredictable and chaotic, as am I.
I love you, regardless of the pain and the ever cloudy sky.
Words are simply powerless to tell you how I feel.
I wish that I had one last chance to show you... just how potent and how real..