abyssia

love forgotten
not
please forget me
not
the fear chokes
alone
window pane
shadow
rose for your bed
roses, roses he left
stay....
were it not for
she-in-i,
were i one
would i have gone
anyway?
necessity says yes.
pragmatism and sanity
and all but my will.
now i can be naught
but will
"a force of nature"
he said.
not quite enough
to stay in his head?
i'm anywhere but
his bed.
does this sound sad?
bitter-sweet?
honest, perhaps? cuz
i'm in knee-deep....
and i'll go and i'll go
'till i'm over my head
i've got some fear
and a little dread
but i know, well
i hope...
on the other side
i will find a place
where roses
reside.