The yearning soul.

Fuck you, you have an emptiness in your
soul that you fill with a seed of desperation,
go dance with your dark princess may her
cage fall down upon your soul entrapping
you till death calls upon your door.
May your last memories be the yearning
call of regret, may each pause between
the beating of your heart be for love,
and each beat be for her and know that
as you pull your dying breath into your
lungs you will become one with the universe,
one with the haunting memory of what you
left behind. May that become the essence of your soul.