True love is not afraid.

My love, why do you give me this pain?
away so alone and hard
why do you leave me waiting for you
in slow and insecure worship?

My love, why do you disappear
when I need you most
for madness that consumes me
between the world of the dead and the living?

My love, why do you leave me
So wrapped up in my own vices
breathing in memory your acrid perfume?

My love, why do you insist on not coming?
when the leaves have already fallen from so much autumn
when I don't know where else to go
when what I have left is the infinity of sleep?

My love, why do you make me burn
so slowly in your fire
sail lost and without a hand at the helm
plunge headlong into the groaning mud?