Oh, How These Black Clouds Hang

And all that I loved, I loved alone

As my passions surged 

From their weft'd pour 

Imbued with sight from an angelic song

On skin worn rouge palpitating this heart

Perchance, that these thoughts 

Granted rest with their testament 

While you grow old 

Hollowness grants a deeper ditch. 

For all that I've done, 

And for all that I've stood 

Was to be with you under a singular roof.

Knotted fingers entranced in union 

As joy hath regarded a sole solution.

To me, old woe, a yesterday nevermore.

Your face behind a veil 

Why wallow in the nothing more?

Why want today, when it's void of feeling?

A recurrent 'morrow:

An unwanted memory. 

Facing grain on pale sheets of slate

Rolling eyes

Oh, how these black clouds hang.