I know you may never hear these words. And like you said to me many times before "It's too late" I still gotta say something. My memories of you haven't died over these years. You are still the most wonderful person I've ever met. Though we had our times of dispute and our relationship ended in a tragic disaster, those were still some of my best days. You were very special to me in many ways. I don't think anyone will ever match your beauty. I'm so sorry I ruined things and I wish I could go back to that day and fix it. I wish there was something I could do. But in truth all I can do is to hold onto our memories and carry myself further along. I will always love you and I hope you're happier now, where ever you are. G'bye Monika, My Crimson Queen.
Deep in the slumber of a deepening sleep,
I lay here staring into the blanket of my eye.
Dreaming of a love so enchanting.
Withim my dream, there is a lovely canary trapped in a pin.
Sadness, she is feeling while surrounded in darkness.
Feeling sorry, I freed her from within her cage with a ring.
Above she flies, luring me into love.
Only if this dream were true, this event would be heavenly.
Capturing a love is as difficult as me waking,
For I have been asleep, dreaming for more.
Loneliness made my life full of darkness.
And sleeping kept me living.
Desire of a love lifted me higher,
'Till I was there for her to kill.
Pain came unto me as my love was slain.
Before my very eyes,
I watched her fall.
Heartbroken, like a spear pierced my heart,
I felt my life slipping.
Dying outside this dream, I am, while still dreaming.
I have lost everything for I am dying while staring into the blanket of my eye.
Deep into a fading day
With a sun hiding away in the May skies.
I venture about a distant world,
Searching for a place to lie.
Hidden amongst a rocky grave,
Lie the remains of this ancient world.
Eroded angelic statues scattered about this desolate cathedral,
Buring secrets long forgotten in this world.
A stairway grovels within the mass of rubble.
Stairs leading to a blackened abyss.
Sparkling like a star blanketed by darkness,
Remains the essence of an eternal flame.
A haunting horror, just barely lit, etched upon the wall.
Portrays all the nightmare that demolished this world.
The bed of this creature remains here....
Centered amongst three granite angels
Is a casket marked with an ebbing cryptic language.
With all the curious thoughts one could have,
I open this burial bed only to find.... emptiness.
The essence of light has abandoned this day,
And as I grow weary I decide to rest here.
Energy left me as the day grew with age.
I took my rest in this bed for the dead.
Shortly after my sight left the waking,
The bed became my prison.
No longer could I leave it.
Two angels felt sorry for me
And thus tears fell from their eyes.
Those tears weren't the salty liquid most shed,
But the metallic blood death drinks.
The time passed as the tears fell,
Slowly did they fall, but quickly they filled.
Soon the blood flooded the room,
And seeped into my prison.
This prison filled with the blood they shed
Became my death as well,
For I had drowned in my sleep.
The third angel could not bear my death.
She changed before me into something new.
The stone like appearance took that of ghostly white flesh.
Her wings spread wide,
Flexing the black feathers that are no longer entombed within stone.
She lifted my cold corpse from the bloody natatorium
To place my head against her caged heart.
The screaming agony beating within her chest
Called out for my soul to return.
A gentle kiss tied my soul into the corpse it once left.
My senses ran amuck as they grew stronger,
But my body still carried the chill of death.
I lust for something in this chamber,
But not for the blood of the pool we stood within.
This urge is for something more, her unholy flesh.
She took my cold blood infested meat into her,
And fulfilling all the pleasures I've never experienced.
Taking more than she had intended to,
She took the heart that now beats for her.