I lay down looking at the Ceiling.
Stress piling upon stress,
Wondering how much I can take.
Looking ahead and needing your voice,
A stress relief needed not only by choice.
I cry as I lye awake,
Wimpering over life.
I become depressed and look at my knife.
Knowing that I could not leave,
Not yet atleast.
For I still want to be your only wife.
She can try and she can plead,
But that she can not take from me.
I close my eyes,
Trying to sleep,
And prey that I cease to weep.
I love you my Dark Prince,
Please hold me and don't cease to exist.
