My Love is Dead

My Love is dead - alas, it is,
and I don't reckon its survival  
a distinct reflection of myiasis  
reminds my scars from lack too trivial.  

I know, importance hides mirages  
at least when emanated from a mirror  
My particles, once upon remote voyages,  
have drowned, their corpses aren't near;  
 
You have devoted all  
To the ingratitude of a lacuna  
People didn't really show  
any sign of of love, you moon, a  
 
lonely piece of rock in the sky  
that has no life on the surface so dim  
gathers admiration more than me; die!  
and never remind me I loved him!  
 
I love you but so what?  
I refined entire dimensions of beauty  
And it's not that you are bad,  
as bad indeed you are, but I am looted  
 
not by your lack of heart,  
but by myself.  
Maybe if I knew it from the start..  
I would still go to hell.  
 
I know it, as this love, oh heart,  
has simply always been there  
from since I saw you, from the start  
It just mellowed my innermost layer.  
 
Jealousy is the worst of all despised feelings  
I wish I could wrench it out from within  
But I, this I do know, among all human beings,  
Will never be loved, like I have never been.  
 
Even if you prove to be a tender man,  
honest, dignified and yet so damned  
tell me did you love me as the only one,  
or do I have to share you with cores so crammed?  
 
Our story is not unique, it's interchangeable  
if it weren't me, it would be it, her hue  
Love stories, as per se, seem to be arrangeable,  
and your love for another woman is true.  
 
So do I hate you, a Lucifer for real, you monster!  
Do I hate you, then return to my painful need  
I heard, a bird told me, you are somewhat a songster  
then sing to me of Love that Died, so I can bleed!  
 
Sing to me ~ of the infernal sounds  
your lips make when your softness kissed her  
I know you touch her, and it haunts  
me as a phantom, but I cannot so dreary resist you!  
 
I hate you, and My Love is dead!  
Or so at least I wish it was  
I can see your wedding's roses on a bed  
and for eternity, this premonition lasts...  
 
The sense of abandonment shames,  
I need my lover to be loyal  
Why is Love like that, just stains,  
like the luster counterfeit of royals..  
 
I Love you, you can always trust me,  
I know you also have a heart for me; alas,  
if it's not only us, then it shall never Be,  
goodbye, My love, I know we last...!  
 
We last, as we have been together  
through all scenarios that bind eternity as one  
If I had evil dogs, I'd say: " Go get her!"  
But this would be merely in vain, a plan.  
 
You are the key to my fulfilment  
you know you're always in control  
when I gulp so worried, needing purely the pigment  
of the colour of ... your soul ...  
 
I need you, bringer of my Light.  
Please find a way to tame my wrath,  
this envy is getting way too bright  
as the cocky confidence of a sociopath.  
 
Speaking of the latter, how do you do?  
Do you miss me when caressing the other one, your lady?  
Would you choose me if incarnated, and I wish you would.  
Oh, Birth Doomed of Mine, why the answer always is ... Maybe?