William Shakespeare

What a good friend;        
I always thought utopia never existed;        
what a lovely and blissful place;        
I’m glad that I’ve found you;        
my dear Juliette.        
        
Don’t fret baby, don’t fret.        
        
I lit my self on fire,        
yet I’m still freezing here.        
Martyrdom of my sheer dire,        
will to escape this fear.        
       
What would I do without you;        
a question I can not escape.        
What ever would I do without you;        
shear agony and despair would only be my fate.        
Don’t make this a day I wish I could undo.        
       
My dear Juliette;        
we used to run through the valleys,        
those shimmering pits;        
and you always let me toot        
my own bit.        
[We did our thing].        
        
This black abyss has kept me long enough,        
the monsters within take many forms;        
horrors beyond comprehension.        
Though I will walk this path, and attempt not to mourn,        
in hope one day that I may regain sensation;        
and face all obstacles, no matter how rough.        
        
It was just fate.        
We knew it would end like this.        
Though, I thought we could make it through;        
what a dark fantasy that, will always be.        
Soon this destiny will be sealed in this date.        
       
Now its time for us to withdraw dear;        
Our end has come.        
Never have I had so much fear.        
For this is our eternal rest;    
Our duality must go.        
Dear Juliette;        
Don’t fret;        
Baby don’t fret.