He's my undead angel, my villainous master.
My zombie man, my ballstic disatser.
When I get near him my heart races faster.
My sanity chips away like old plaster.
He's draped in sadness and shadowed in pain.
He brings with him thunder, and lightning, and rain.
His soul asis black as a sticky ink stain.
He's my very existence and my terrible bane.
He's the sun to me, and the moon as well.
He's heaven to me, and at the same time hell.
He could summon me with just the ring of a bell.
He's like a priceless treasure I'll never sell.
But he walks alone, and he doesn't see me.
Wandering, pondering lost in insanity.
With his head in the clouds he hears not my plea.
So I watch him, can't touch him, drowning in misery.
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