My Dearest

You my dearest I shan't compare to a raging winter’s night.
Thou art more wicked and on the inside cold hearted.
Oh the sickness I feel when you are in minesight
The disappointment is real when I realize you have not departed.

Sometimes too I wonder if God made you
If so why is it I that must be penalized?
Mine own fate is sealed and there beest nothing I can do.
I fight for my life but mine treachery is finalized.

Thy internal evil shall not fade
It only grows larger each and every day
Nor man nor power can come to my aid
There is no longer any need for me to pray.

So long as I breathe I will suffer from thee
And now I realize there is only one solution that will set me free.

-- Eloina A., 16