Literature
This Is My Hell
My love for 'love' is so great,
My heart melts for him 'til the dusk of day.
The night dies when he's away,
Starving in silence 'til day's dawn.
His beauty is great,
Minds pacing 'til he sees,
That dying is all I do,
While waiting for the moment, for him to say "I do."
Around, all around, the angles gather.
My dread grows as the angry hand of heaven falls against my heart.
It wounds me, and darkly my blood drips to the thirsty earth.
In agony I beg forgiveness while nothingness looms over me.
Now alone, my love falls upon dead eyes.
This is your love
Around, all around, the storm clouds gather.
My dread grows as the dagger of yo