When gentle Day falls to the weary Night

When gentle day falls to the weary night,
Reminding me of my soul's nothingness
Increasing as the slowly fading light
Stops my heart with this weary loneliness:
And in my loneliness, I know too well
My love for you will never be returned;
So in this loneliness, I've made my hell
For my damned soul to eternally burn.
Burn everything of me, what's left, and more;
May I never rise from the earth again.
I hope hell's fire takes all that I've adored
To rid me of your memory (my pain).
From gentle day, to weary night, I know
This pain, inside, will never leave my soul.

 

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Positive and unreal, a bright and meritocratic sense of wonder, well done