Blinded To Daybreak

Tis the drain of thine soul which besets.
As the memory of fresh wounds fester within.
May you live forever my dearest one.
And pray misery snuffs my inner flame.


By mental thought as iron fist befall me.
To crush each bone atop mine heart.
Drawn to conclusion this haunting painting.
And smeear its canvas with my shattered hopes.

Has the winged night come to blind me.
To rob me the visage of your face.
Though by dawned curse my sigh restored.
To reveal these cold pillows and empty sheets.

No longer may I see these Moons.
Yet me heart howls its name.