Seeing my love

my lover not forgotten.

I miss my baby boo

My prince of darkness,

He carries my love which is pure and true

I miss him in my deadly sleep

I'm ready for the grim to finally reap.

Never able to see him at all

Imagining him from afar

Sleeping in my state of awake

Awake which is a feeling so fake

An udderless zombie, seen by no one

A battle of the soul which can never be won.

Which side to show him

Which for him to see?

Do I show him the other side of me?

Looking, seeing

Not seeing at all

Observing me wrong

Seeing love

Author's Note

Ignore grammer mistakes