Her hair; Black as a cold winter's night, a beauty to behold within my own sight.
Her skin; Pale as snow in the light of the moon, the mere though of her touch makes me start to swoon.
Her eyes; To look into them is to see your delight, but to stare is to make your soul shift in slight fright.
Her lips; Soft and perfect as they brush against your skin, they feel so angelic but also a morbid sin.
Her voice; Seductive as it is beautiful, near impossible to resist its transfixing pull.
Her blood; So wondrous to taste-it's like LSD, a drop of it can set you ever free.
Her body; Moving with grace of the soft blowing wind, able to tease your flesh or to make it rend.
Her mind; Perverted with a beautiful dark, it's twin laying withdrawn in a hell hole called Starke.
All of these things cannot sum up her, her surface they cannot even stir.
The traveler walks on a self-made path, suffering every step from his sorrow and his wrath.
His boots are worn and his pants are tattered, he thinks of his love and how much she mattered.
Every night he dreams of her dead or dieing, her wings butchered to stop her from flying.
He thinks of her death every step that he takes, hating himself for the oaths he breaks.
He looks every day to check for her light, always in worry and always in fright.
At night he shields her with a wall of power, wishing to be with his beautiful flower.
At day he connects to her for as long as he can, so weary that he could be felled by a fan.
His hair dirty and bloody from countless kills, forever suffering a longing that only his love fills.
"I love you" he mutters all day and into the night, looking upon himself as a plague and as a blight.
On he travels over unfamiliar lands, wishing he wasn't from his heart to his hands.
Slaying creatures he was engaged by in masses, their bodies bursting into flame and making dangerous gasses.
At journey's end he looks upon his love, beautiful as a flower and elegant as a dove.
“It’s okay, my love” you say bleeding there, and from your face I pull a strand of your hair.
My hands cover the wound in your flesh, blood pooling around you that is sickeningly fresh.
My hands are covered in your blood as you die, I crouch over you and can do nothing but cry.
My worst fear come to pass I think in my head, unforgiving of all the time I’d let you bled.
I offer a silent curse to any so called gods, then look back to you as your head slowly nods.
You shake yourself awake and gasp in the pain, touching your hand to my cheek as the skies start to rain.
I try to keep you here - to keep you from dieing, I heal you with my energy as I’m gently crying.
I watch as your smile slowly leaves your lips, your eyes growing dull and your stomach slightly dips.
I beg for you to come - to not really be dead, I know that it’s useless but I go ahead.
For nineteen hours I held you in my embrace, begging to see another smile upon your perfect face.
I think of all the good times we had and we shared, our heart and souls as one as if we were both paired.
To your love I was a happy slave, now a slave to sorrow as I look upon your grave
I hate myself more than I have ever done,
I caress the blackened barrel of my battered and old gun.
I wish for things to end up other than they had,
When will I feel numb instead of feeling oh so sad?
I care for not a thing and I care for not a one,
I only want to taste the barrel of this god forsaken gun.
I hate myself so much that I am emotionless,
I want to pull this trigger and the make other clean my mess.
I shed not a tear until I'm alone in life,
I do not know how long I can hold this inner strife.
My eyes burn hot and my stomach is in knots,
Within my heart echoes sobs in endless lots.
I grow ever weary but I fear what dreams await,
But I'll sleep for you so you're not their only bait.
Broken and sundered I move about my path,
Looking for a soul to abuse with my burning wrath.
If I could reverse time I would fix everything,
So now I hover like a bird with broken wing.
No amount of drugs could help my broken heart,
Nothing can help something that can no longer start.
Shadow of the lasting Dark, Piercing the night with a cry like a meadow lark, Shadow of the lasting Dark.
Shadow of the evening Sun, Entrancing all by its alluring stun, Shadow of the evening Sun.
Shadow of the Forest green, Slipping by all and yet never once seen, Shadow of the Forest green.
Shadow of the Earth below, Forever to wander but never to go, Shadow of the Earth below.
Shadow of the Air around, Look as you might it will never be found, Shadow of the Air around.
Shadow of the running Water, Making even mighty mountains totter, Shadow of the running Water.
Shadow of the burning Flame, Forever to dance but never to tame, Shadow of the burning Flame.
Shadow of the howling Wind, Shaping mountains around every bend, Shadow of the howling Wind.
Shadow of the Moon and Star, Seeming so close and yet so ever far, Shadow of the Moon and Star.
Shadow of the Undead creeping, crevice to crevice they're forever leaping, Shadow of the Undead creeping.
Shadow of the Life-force Blood, Spilt to hand and also unto mud, Shadow of the Life-force Blood.
Shadow of the Magic waning, So strong yet weak as it's forever fading, Shadow of the Magic waning.
Screaming at the top of my voice, In a perverted way in this I rejoice.
I try to stand but I am forced down, An unbearable weight holds me until I am found.
I claw at the ground and break my nails on rock, Every memory I have is voiced like a mock.
Screaming as loud as my voice will allow and louder, I'll scream 'til my lungs are deflated and my blood turns to powder.
I see faces swimming in front of me and mocking my torment, As they laugh I laugh all the louder at the problems that once were dormant.
I try to drag my body away from the pressing pain, l feel it grow only heavier and know escape is in vain.
Screaming as I relish my torture and pain with a smile, tasting a horrid taste which I find to be bile.
As my stomach collapses from the pressure I grin, licking blood and bile off of my scraped chin.
I feel bone and muscle cracking and twisting under the weight, and still l grin for my masochism this will not sate.
Flesh slowly ripping and lungs slowly collapsing as I strain to chuckle, pelvis bone bending and snapping around belt buckle.
Hard to swallow and hard to inhale, every part of my body aching from tooth to nail.
What organs there are left pushing up my esophagus and to the back of my throat, gagging and attempting to swallow or pull them out without a sound note.
Blood in my hands pressing for release so much it seeps from pores in my skin, I let forth a chuckle when voices say 'this is my fin'.
I feel pressure in my head and my eyes start to bulge out, blood trickling out my nose at first but then as if it were a spout.
My eyes pushing from their sockets and my brain pressing through sockets as well, I smile and wonder if I might see my first sights now of hell.
To my surprise I wake in my bed and gasping for air, blood from my cut throat matting in my hair.
As I descend into darkness again I wonder if this is a dream, for true death would be much better or so it would seem.
So here I sit in silent solitude on a fucking rock, counting down the seconds l'm here with a 'tick' and a 'tock'.
Your contorted and rotting body comes into my dreams to haunt me in my sleep.
I have tried every way to make you go away but in the end you never do.
The pain and torture you obviously suffer makes me want to weep.
I see your form every second of my life for that image is embedded in my mind deep.
You scream and you cry for me to come closer and help you to your feet.
I will never get close for I can see your decaying flesh even from where I stand now.
You cry for me to help and ask why I hate you as you make me wish we’d never meet.
Your cries for help make my heart scream and my teeth hurt as I watch you in my seat.
I watch the trail of flesh and organs you leave behind you as you drag yourself to me.
I slowly back away as you slowly get closer and we both never touch until it’s all over.
This sight haunts my every day and every night for it won’t let me be to not let me see.
Your flesh rips on rocks on the ground and your organs get caught in the roots of a tree.
You scream at me to love you and to hold you in my arms like I did so long ago.
I look upon your body in silent pity and horror at what you became because of me.
The screams that you force out tear at my soul but I do not blink and I do not let it show.
Your flesh a green grey and your matted hair falling into your eyes that lost their glow.
You tear at the ground with your nails and your fingers oblivious that they are ripping.
I loved you and love you and I hate myself for what I did to make you like this forever.
I walk backward but don’t look behind me so I blindly walk through roots tripping.
I only see a day late in fall when we were on a hill holding each other for the wind was nipping.
I never look away from your dead-glazed eyes and you crawl and I walk.
We were never apart but for that one day and that one day is the worse in my life.
I sit alone in the deep hours of the night and I think about you as I wish to only talk.
Forever your killers I will follow just as you come to me in my dreams to forever stalk.
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