in the hazy shadiness

In the hazy shadiness, Mystifying, crying mist Each and every tear I kiss Sadly as I reminisce Tastes just like the night she left And so unlike the night we met Haunted by the memory Of that black and hapless eve In the coldest known November Ever that I could remember As the rain did turn to snow In that twilight night aglow I waited for a love that left Waited with abated breath Growing limp and less intense Reality I could not sense As the passing moments died That time had buried as I cried In a room I sat so doomed Brooding in a gloom consumed Neither here nor there I was Sinking, thinking of my love Racing thoughts did trot abound Gallup through my mind unsound Like a thousand horses wild Leaving me unkempt and riled There was no clock but just a tick And this tock that made me sick My heart became a metronome Keeping beat with every moan Each and every wince and groan As to a razor blade I clasped Prepared to slit my wrists at last When for that final straw I grasped Repeatedly it came and went With every single second spent But I was weak too weak to die At least to weak to kill and cry Capable of one emotion At a time; mine was devotion Undying faith that I’d awake From some garish nightmare’s hate But not this time unless I’m still Trapped inside a dream so ill But I know this is not so Because I’m dying, oh, so slow For even would this torture fade In a nightmare man had made But this was not made by me Twas born of demon spawn, you see Raised by Hell and Misery When Hades kissed Persephone “Damn it! Pomegranate’s seeds,” I scream so loud I shake the leaves From the dying limbs and trees Just like me that are diseased Spooking thus the murderous crow A building of rooks follows in tow Tidings of magpies also do shew Trains of jackdaws likewise pursue Murmurs of starlings also take flight An unkindness of ravens take to the night Wickedly sordid and torridly morbid All of the various nefarious corvid Lying in wait, residing outside The window I watch deep from inside Sensing the sorrow I hide Hearing me curse as I cried Pouting I’d shout, “Why?! Oh, Lord why?!”