Words forgotten when you walked out the door
Memories and flashbacks packed away tight...

Standing calmly at her balcony with a face painted...
Black cloak drawn taut slips from her shoulder...

Dreams cast a vision in me
Your name is only a whisper...

This is my tale
Of heartbreak and misery...

Black eyes scrutinizing without resonance
Staring cruelly; never tolerating one wince...

The morning light creeps in the window
Bathing your body in the warm afterglow...

I have spent my whole life waiting
Hoping that some day I might win...

I cannot bear to see my loved ones slowly wither
They will know when they see the crimson river...

In my dreams I see you standing near
Watch your glowing hair wrap around...

(funky rhyme sheme, do you get it?)
Sitting in front of the computer...

Creatures of the underworld calling my name
But I know these voices are part of the game...

Very strange sonnet...