How can I live
In my world of eternal
dusk.
Sometimes I imagine
I can see the edge of
the sun
On the distant horizon.
Sarcastic illusions,
Tricks of the mind.
The only thing to
Light my sorrow
Was you, my smiling
angel.
Now your heart
Has followed the other
Contender, the sweet
girl.
You did not care
That you were leaving
with my
Only light,
My only hope.
The hope I have now
Is delicate torture.
Flowing, twisting pain,
Tracing cleansing
relief
Across my burning skin.
The crimson on
Fragile paper
Offers clarity.
I write my agony in
blood.
In a way I'm glad
That you can't see
The pain that you have
wrought.
You will never see me
Trapped in the darkness
So far from all hope.
You valued hope
So I did too.
At its loss, I feel
As though I have lost
you
All over again.
I can't live long
like this
And I hope you will
know
I was thinking of you
At the end.
Remember your friend of
shadow.