He Was and Still Is
He was darkness
But he was my light
He was hideous
But he was my beauty
He was artless
But he was my maestro
He was wicked
But he was my soul
He was morbid
But he was my happiness
He was cold
But he was my warmth
He was sick
But he was my cure
He was wrong
But he was my perfection
He was grim
But he was my energy
He was detrimental
But he was my security
He was hateful
But he was my compassion
He was repulsive
But he was my love
He was nothing
But he is my everything
He is dead
But he is still my life.