Temporarily

My headache has subsided

I have slept in rooms that have froze the

burning desires within

I have crept through the halls who's screams

I alone could hear

I have written tragic novels

none i could remember

I have stole the hearts of many

none who would say their name

I have sat aimlessly waiting for saints

who I shall lead to the plutonian shore

I have felt pain and her shoulder

is quite cold

I have killed time in hell

writing about you

I have slit my own wrist knowing

you will never read this

I have written my last poem

so enjoy what you could of had

I have loved what i could not attain

this rapture is brooding within me

I have waited too long for this headache....