Darkness disturbedBy the haunting white moonlightGrey half clouds fail to containThe moon's lust for the night.

Somewhere between the corner of your eyes and the corner of your lips, my love for you was gone. Was I ready to tell you or was I to leave my deception by the chair for your to discover after I was gone?

And then there was the way you cast your gaze, A coldness so chilling that it could cause a fire.

In that moment, hell may have ascended,Or heaven may have descended only to save me and prove,What I carry is an exaggerated memory of an imagined beautiful love.This love is tainted with treachery; it will be my doom.

How is the duration of a relationship relative to what those involved in it feel?

No, I don't miss you... Not in a way that one is missed.But I think of you. Sometimes.In the way that one might think of the summer sunshineOn a winter night...

Let storms rageIn the world outside;Fires rise from hellStay, beloved, From here to eternity,Should chaos consume usOr death annihilate us.