I'm so close to finding the words that describe the mistakes I've made and the price I paid.
The loss of you and "us" soon after to rest was laid.
Since then not a day has been made and happiness has done few things mostly fade.
Saudaded as I long for our love, which is now belated.
As voices in my head say "welcome to the edge you've made it ."
I spend my days heavily sedated to numb the pain created by the loss of you.
Not much left to do but evict the voices in my head as I exodus the blood from my veins and take my life in your name.
Somewhere between benevolence and malevolence I was born.
A dark side, demon child born simply of pain feelings created by "the love that remains." Akin to darkness, one must ordain great power to greater pain to give rise to such a beast in a sacrificial way.
Oh not another day I wish to spend without you or such memories to become memoirs to day dream to , oh my dear ,my love, sweet you.
Another "dark" love poem , Saudade essentially describes a state of deep nostalgic feelings for someone you miss.
