Him

With all the lies,
with every taste,
I look into his eyes,
and dream of his face,
my friend, my love,
my enemy, my hate,
I wish for one white dove,
all I get is my tormented fate,
blood of passion,
and tears of pain,
stalking like the assassin,
just waiting for the rain,
cleanse my soul,
of all my sin,
take my hand,
and feel the cold within,
my heart has turned black,
and as I feared,
it will not turn back,
a pool of crimson,
a blade now dyed red,
with my final breath,
I lie on this, my death bed,
his face in my mind,
his picture in my hand,
this pain will now bind,
my body to this hole in the land.