Beloved          By   A*N*A

I will be your eternal beloved
I will be the one for whom your heart will rejoice
I will put my arms around you
And if it takes the last breath in my body I will strangle you

Oh foul beast, can you not see?
It is you who is the object of my despair
You who cause me suffering unparalleled
And yet I adore you

But you, you slave of fortune
You revel in my vice and show the road to temptation
Your argument? when we are strong, no one can touch us,
But with you I am not strong, not human; I am a slave of your whims

I could never love
I throw love out
Love is the diseased product beget of idle fantasy
And yet you beguile me with your impossible voice

Oh, that voice! That single flatterer of my abject despair!
A lowering morning, I lose myself to you
But no, a taste of ashes fills the air
You see! You leave life uglier!

But you are gone now, I am alone
And I think of you
A powdery blackness drifts over my lateness
And, rolled into shadows, I see you

But no, I will remain for myself the highest tower
I shall disappear and be reborn away from you
You are for me an eternal pleasure
And yet you cause eternal pain

Time has passed but I still feel you under my skin
Your strong smell of incense fills the air and kindles thousands of exotic fires
Now you are for me dead; my mind has forgotten you
But in my heart, you will be locked away forever

 

 

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