You and I were weary of enduring treachery at both ends; I'll ask you to do nothing but sit witnessing the conclusion and he'll be my ruin.
At Both Ends
My Cry
In vain I cry where is he? I send my cry hoping it may reach you.
Gray Dream
The night came. I sat alone my gray dream gathering. I see him in the ghost of it - my sweet transcendent pain.
I Remain Solitary
He would have broken me. Under these circumstances, I remain solitary.
It Grew Dark
It seemed a long while, days of his absence. No signs of his coming, and it grew dark. it's as dark as if it came from the devil. Nobody could understand.
Flooding in the Unhappy
In vapid listlessness eyes closed, but not rested. It was a state of dilapidation - at least, of detached interest within me. I had been flooding in the unhappy.
Phantom Grief
Dancing slowly to the ruined music, phantom grief and long drawn gloom.
More to Say
I'm afraid I don't have more to say.
Scatterbrain
I'm a scatterbrain. I struggle - knowing I'm losing love.
Monomania
Eternally secluded I felt impossible to connect, but I am surrounded with ordinary faces, with the resemblance of the ghost of my love, these thoughts a constant torment and monomania.
