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It is to eternity I think,
And to the end of time;
Together in my mind--
The heart of it all.

Forever gifted to that:
Perfection in my own,
Own reality--
Cursed you make me.

It is the dream you've left me,
The reality set into perfect;
Gates to my mind are golden--
'Til you see the darkness.

We were a pair;
To each we felt forever,
As if speaking eternally--
Clenched into ectasy.

It is the feeling of gone.
What was, was joy,
And that is the eternal--
A memory as full as is.

You are, were, will,
Always are and shall be,
The key to my freedom--
Without you I am trapped.

And this is how I've become--
Yes become--
A vampire of love:
A void within!

Attention, or, adore!
Something to give;
My heart feasts on it--
And still a vacuum.

You are the completion,
To infinity and nothing;
It was as it was,
Circumstances destroy!

It is cruel,
Nocturnal always,
Due to it--
The thoughts of you.

Darkness is comfort,
Why not?
It is the affairs--
That of despair.

It is torment;
Shackled to you.
Without release--
No desire for it.

I accept my fate.
I will stay here;
A ghost of myself--
All for you.