While I scream bloody murder she just stares at the walls.
Say that you'll turn away and look at me.
My nerves are exposed to the rain. Ague spills through my
ashen body. Perchance you glace at me blanched and helpless, clawing pleadingly at your ankles. You sigh and quickly look away.
"Swiftly she turns and walks from me, leaving me in desolation. My heart still yearns for her, love becomes an infatuation. Deeply I ponder in bleak tranquility. I wonder if my beloved one will ever return to me."
The burnished blackness, The rue among the reeds, The bloody feathers.
Crest fallen vinterland where I pine among the rows of lofty cedar. Novembers embers flit and die like lust cusped lovers with poison lips.
Stranded in festering yesterday. Entombed in thoughts of loves decay. Unending misery. Bury me in silken night.
Then finally I see you didn't fall from grace, It only fell apart for me.
The stark landscape of imagination stretches before me in immortal ruin. So ungodly black. Where worthless hope is exiled. And jagged shadows drape the blank canvass of sky. These sprawling deserts of loneliness. These taunting apparitions. Tenebrous and morose, Sullen souls subside.