Bittersweet

Starlight of deep dark night
Behold the soul of the troubled Poet
You were his greatest delight
You were the beauty in his portrait

Give in to the demands of broken hearts
Let go of the hopes and dreams of empty souls
For it is my will to depart
From the pain of Hell's coals

Counting my time, end of all joy
Nevertheless, I wait for my end
Acceptingly, you will destroy
Death, my sweetest friend