the running of the sun

the sun does run away from me like i was the East to the West no less He flees to find a further peace do i bleed the blackest blood? am i dripping sorrow? could it be my lack of love and faith in no tomorrow? have i tried, alas, and cried seduced by Sympathy sad for Me for I have died reduced to misery nothing left but one last breath before i am no more in dismay i say to Death, "once again i'm yours!" beat Me, break Me, don't forsake Me Heaven does await to the garden gates do take Me take Me to my fate "Angel! Angel!," i rejoice Heaven sent for me i know the Vision and the Voice and Her choice was Me yes, indeed, i do bleed the blackest of the bloods my destiny is to be the saddest man in Love "that is why," the Angel said, "Mother Heaven calls. no longer can She bear your dread, come inside these walls." and into Heaven once again back into the garden with my wings upon the wind my friend and i departed