To Right

As I sit here in my chair,
My shallow breathing disturbs the air.

Please my love, return to me,
Ne’er to be.
To see.
To flee.

Must I never live again?
Lying crumpled in my den.

Say that you’ll return someday.
But not today.
To fray.
To lay.

And once more I sing to you.
The only thing that I once knew.

But then you ate my dying heart.
Shriveled heart.
To start.
To part.

Your endless torture brought me pain.
While you had everything to gain.

But one moment was all I need.
To plant my seed.
To bead.
To feed.

And then I stole your soul.
For only it will make me whole.

Now I kiss you in your plight.
Now I’ll say goodnight. “Goodnight”.
To sight.
To right.