The Death of My Bitter Mistress

Time, it is not endless

for with my passing Time ends

center of your heaven

upon my life, yours depends.



No love to support you

my blood dies within your veins

last feeling cold despair

darkness now falling like rain



Our souls forever locked

your mistress keeps you with her

no life beyond her death

together you will wither.

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