Take me with you when you go
To Hell this time.
Venerate my issues;
Absolute design.
Truth will come
To those who wait.
Implore time,
Yet procrastinate.
And every burden
On the way
Will be no mind.
True fruition's
Come to pass,
Lifting walls of hate
But for debate
And leave crevasse.
Welcome then
A happy death.
Hear the hounds of Hell,
And you can feel
Their every breath.
Give the token to the man.
Place it on his tongue.
He needs no words
To understand.
It's only miles
'Cross Death's floes.
Hold the rudder,
Hear the shudder;
Steady as she goes.
Think back on
All she meant to you.
If you could have seen
Her point of view.
But now, I have
No more defense,
So I welcome in
The hatred of a world
Built on pretense.
And usher in
My bride of Death,
For she has done
her penance,
Lived her sweet
Existence,
And left my own soul
Bereft.
Now spring
Returns.
The grasses
Burn.
Water runs
The tears away.
I missed her.
Missed her laughter
Chiding me for
All I am.
Pain returns...Oh!
Sweet ecstacy
Of agony,
My love,
For her hate
For me.
I missed her
And her ways...
She was gone those coldest days.
