I sit and I wonder how different life would be
if I just for a second
mention the beauty that I see.
All around me are shadows
Plotting and scheming
of a life awaiting me.
How did I get to this place?
A place of darkness,
of holy matrimony.
Sitting in the dark
waiting for them to leave their mark.
Creatures of the night waiting for me to arrive
so that they can celebrate my demise.
Oh, how my life has come to the wickedness of doubt
and unfailing resentment
not towards anyone in particular,
but to myself.
I'm at the mercy of what's known to be
a blissful disease:
I do not fear what I do not know.
How could I when I have nowhere to go.
I revel in waiting to meet my lover,
this is it.
This is my end.
This is the story of how a true love's story
could never suffer.
My dear Juliet,
wait for me
for I am coming
to be with thee.