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I always fell in love in the autumn

And it inevitably ended in cold winter days

Then she appeared from the mist

Goddess gazing down with adoring eyes

Joyous weekend entangled

Time of wine,

Time of tenderness,

Time of healing

My love - my fear - my hollow point

I destroyed perfection that it would not be taken from me

That the rose would not wither

Captured by my destruction

She will satisfy for eternity

In death, she fails not

In memory she doth not disappoint

I cannot forgive myself

I worship romance and would drink deep

But love must falter

Passion by its nature must end

For mortal hearts cannot sustain

And one will die in that moment when

Light is swallowed by darkness

My love - my fear - my hollow point

I find her in my bottle

I crave her touch, her breath, her sex

Tragedy, I could not hold her forever

All in you in black on this empty day

So pitiful

You do not know grief

You cannot mourn as I

I despise you

From the depths of my sorrow

The sleet and wind are not so cold as my soul