An Dream

Melancholia visits,
Beautiful in Her darkness
Flowers for You, Mine Love
Flowers that wither,
at Her glance
Mine soul yearns for You
Her delicate boney hand touches
the river of tears on
Mine scarred face
an single crystal tear falls
from Her cold grey eyes
She speakes
"The Sin has not been kind to You;
Touch Me, I will end Your pain"
Her cold dark love inraptures Me, touches Mine torn heart
Lips of chaos, hiding, beckoning
Her delicate hands clutch at Mine Soul
Mine scarred face kisses
Her thin grey lips hidden
with crimson
the terror of never
beholding
again
Bonded in misery
Such is this love
I taste Her tears
She soothes Mine pain
For thee I will die,
I am already dead......