The only one I want to love

Looking into the past
Holding my crest
Benighted like a wound of vitality
A storm of rain my only companion tonight
A pitiful sight while I smell the candles of a non-relation
Clasping the failure, I'm to young to keep love alive
A spinal chill that binds the gloom
It was not destined to commence
For the chase of beauty is cruel
Turning in a paragon of vices to ease the pain
Like a pyre that is meant to burn in damnation
The mind turning me into a paramour who would be at her feet
Broken down and starved for the only woman I want to love
Unfortunately there is no way to feed it
A lustrous pall over my head, painted in a snow lit red
The out-word personality of myself tells all
The dance of romance is not enslaved on a whim
I've been carried away by the act of yearn
Burning in the corner, the blackened iciness
Consume the descendant of bliss
A comet of a moment eclipsing jadedness
Transfixed on the one I want to love
I feel devoid of the breath of splendor
Let me build my kingdom, the kiss of her lips
Without her it's a macabre
A tear made from loneliness hanging from my heartstrings
Delighted if she held her sway just for me
Whilst goddesses envy glance daggers
Harpies in their own sphere of madness
I care not, for passion shall ensure me
Pressing for a moonstruck trick
Worn away by lover's first bite
Disgusted by the prowling wonderland
Beast and maidens that scream absurd words
Mantled in their garbs
Wolves salivating in heat
This howl at the earth is not meant for me
I know who is my angel
Stepping down allure from my pedestal
Where in the hour the ether excites
I want to have the moment I can please her
In a mood that would be by lycanthropic
May I be with her in a conjugal bed
Pride in the fact that I know I want her
Embrace it like a favorable season
Raising the vibrations on edge
The state of bane tempered by its craft
I can not make my love for her real
Bearing the brunt of its toxicity
Glaring at my bleak advances
She'll never come into my arms
Now a lone charm breaks into unrepairable pieces
A ridge who would dare not to please
There is no saving a fire that seethes
A cursed retort for the unreciprocated
The embers now fade for nothing saved it