The Mourner (So Lovesick for Her)

I was close to coming
when she bid adieu,
Fueled by the fake passion
rent upon her face there.
Blanketed in my bed of rose thorns,
the Garden of lover's catastrophe,
in which I lay twisted in my mourns;
Sick, dying, and weak from my condition,
This awful lust; This vamypric addiction.

Her raven claws,
those angelic and performed not,
ripped my heart from my breast,
shattered like the diamonds of Satan's blessed.
Those awing days are gone,
of when I held her hand; or kissed her mouth
As I would a dark red rose.
My soul now sleeps composed of dread,
stricken 'pon the wind and dawn,
carrying Her evisceration to cemeteries ahead.

Fatally She strode away,
jeweled with the view of a God like grace,
shadowing the beauty of her crystalline face.
Leaving my soul; cold in the icy rain,
Grasping a shattered rose bouquet,
but still she haunts at the corners of my mind.
Cast upon the treacherous cliffs,
a lone-wolf howling strung upon the drifts,
the stinging plague of every night,
Hating those Men who stole my ray of moonlight.

Oh sweet despairer,
silenced & taken by other affairs,
ascend upon me; answer my lonely prayer.
Oh sweet lady of dread,
How I wish that I were dead,
For how you keep, my insanity fed!

***I'm sure so many of you know how it feels to lose the one you love. How it feels when they say that it's better if you're just friends....when they leave you at the most unsuspecting moment. And how it feels, when you hear of them with another. Is it normal, that I feel like I should die?***