In Grieving Poem by Vision Ghost

Crisp mists surrounding, the embodiment of sorrow
Unity in solace, as I scorn the approach of tomorrow
Her grave I doth lye in an endless, enduring grievance
Tall trees hang low as if to mimic, my sad consequence

That her body lay far beneath, the surface of the living
Turning an ear to he soil, so I may hear her breathing
In my life as my love, as is my nightmare, in her death
The evening air swirls, like the smoke of cold breath

At her stone of her remembrance, I recall her in life
Passions we shared, yet the day she left me in strife
A song upon the wind, I hear calling from this place
That I open my eyes to this night, yet I see no face

Has the grief of her passing, left me with this insanity?
So much so, that I may call upon fate for her mercy
That the memory of her is this inscription, on stone
For this night be the ending, of my suffering alone?

Cometh to me again, in the nether world of darkness
Temperate acknowledgement, of a sincere madness
That has so befallen me, in the sickness of my mind
For I seek for a repentance, as destiny be so unkind

Uncontrollable tears ebb, from shattered democracies
So nothing else can be perceived, than her memories
Pain that is screaming in me, that a heart beat bruises
In dreams now my nightmares, that so falsely enthuses

To awaken to my reality, of loneliness and misguidance
Only in sleep, do I escape such torment and absence
As my dreams like my world, has become hallucinogenic
A tasting of every drink, numbs the despair to the chaotic

Falling into this state, of the border between perception
To the discordant rambling, of my everlasting confusion
My ear rests to her grave, as I so long to hear her voice
Cruel realisations in the hearing of silence, not rejoice

I retreat from this world, to another place of conscience
In ever a state of half light, in a world of no confidence
Have I passed from this world, as I am already in hell?
Cannot something stop this, even by that of token spell?

In mindless reconsolidation, I await aching eyes to dry
As do I await for a better day, for the day I finally die