Ethereal Chronicles

You, an angel
my angel
and I, love's fool
love's puppet
paralysed in the silent face of death
who stole you away,
ate away at your brightness
in Tartarus where you did decay
Oh death, so cruel
did stain my love, my conscience
so much that my sorrow did move the gods
and with their final condition
let me face death once more
Should I leave without meeting her eyes
or find comfort in her gaze
despite the cost
because
is this not love?
to risk the chance that all might be lost?
So yes, I risked
and I lost
one final time
there she was
an angel, though, like angels
she was not really there
and without such goodness
I let my soul blacken
I wandered
and I drank
and I swore to not care
let resentment fill and poison the air
as poison ran through your veins
from deaths cursed touch
Let my mouth spill with drink
as my wounds fill with pain
tear me apart
though not quite the same
as when you tore out my heart.