My Hamlet
My beautiful Prince of Denmark
Your eyes blaze for mine, no longer
Ophelia of the flowers
left to drown in the reeds
My heartbeat, nothing more than a ripple
in our sea of reckless mistakes
The deafening screams of a love lost
fall upon eats that do not with to hear
Your charms and sweet nothings do not find my soul
that now wanders unconsciously
through the streets of the dead
I've lost the will to live
My body no longer glides with grace
I stumble in a haze of sorrow
blindly rummaging through the darkness of my heartbreak
Left alone without your lightWoe is all my eyes can see
Crazed and mad, you ride and do not see me
My lifeless body invisible before you
Bury me with the flowers you once thrust to the floor
Take from me my passion, along with my heart
for they are meaningless now
in this world of fog I now inhabit
I bask in the memories to quickly cast aside
Shadows take your form and haunt my once beautiful dreams
Nightmares cloud my sanity
as I stare at a crumpled tear-soaked photograph
My only proof of your existence
The only vision I have left of the happiness I once took for granted
My only hope for safety in this dimension of horror
The light goes out.
All is quiet.
All is cold.
All is black.
Forever more.
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