Soulless
Tender kisses
Warm embraces
Have but in my memories disappeared
The angel that  once enthralled me
Is the one that I now fear.
I can no longer find her
In the regions of my heart
She has vanished into the night
Without a word of her departure
She has left me here in anguished plight.
Under the darkness of the night sky
My tormented heart cries:
"Oh return to me love tender,
This heart for you beats cold
Come and take this soul which I surrender"
My pain and angst burn through me
Like crimson flames ablaze
Self loathing fuels the fires
That consume my mournful heart
As she sits quietly and admires...
Through the darkness I can see her
Eyes so black and empty.
She stands amidst the flames and smoke
Hearing my beleaguered cries
Indifferent to the love I so daringly invoke.
Her sweet scent surrounds me
Her silences invades my mind.
For a moment all isl serene,
For a moment I almost forgot....
Until before me stood this fiend .
She stroked my flaming cheek
With her once so gentle hands.
Hands that now serve a soulless purpose.
She whispered silence into my ear
Silence that but skimmed the surface.
She looked deeply into my eyes
I quivered at the absence of her soul.
Oh my despair to see her void of life,
Where had my beloved lost herself?
She gained eternity, but at what price?
Had she come for me now as well?
Oh be still my gentle heart!
Shall I follow my love into shadows,
Searching for misery to make comfort,
Finding pleasure in mystical gallows?
She holds me tightly now
I can feel the coldness of her skin.
She lays her hand on my chest
Craving what lies beneath.
The life she wishes to infest.
She so resembles the love I knew,
Yet my heart screams "be gone foul imposter!"
My love would never harm me,
Yet this creature cares for none.
Still, I do not long to be set free.
Since my love has left me,
Since she wandered into lustful greed.
I have been tormented by her memory.
If this creature is what consumed her
Then I beg that she also consume me.
I can no longer bear this burden,
My strength has all but failed.
Nothing stands between death and I
But these bitter memories of her
The image I will see before I die.
I have offered myself to her,
She has come to answer my pleas.
There in the darkness she'll consume me
And forever creatures of the night we shall be
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