Analysis of My Love, My Death, My Anguish

Let me, my Love, die of the anguish.
There is no more for me in this world, that I want to see, not wishes I want to wish.

In Anguish, it is my pleasure to share  whatever my death my betides me.
I fancy no other life than death beside you.
I trace this wish,  my desire that came to me on time's rapid stream.
You did not understand what my Love could mean.

I will linger no longer in this life
Pain has come and is never done.
The foil was my incompetence; or anguish,  for solemnized tears.
Restitution from the blood of my fear.
The ghosts of my past,  laugh at my nonsense, my unholy  Love, that paled the sky because you did not Love me....I dont know why.

You haunt me phantomwise....
That I should die is no surprise.
My world is so shallow...
And it is breaking my heart,
My life so hollow. Within it, I will soon depart.

I was strong and blessed and so sure I was unsure ...
That I would fail, to me, it never occured.
My faith I could never regain.
So I sought your love, I sought in vain.

In this my ode to your cruelty...
My death, a plea for mercy...
For I have a gun that will open for me, my tomb.
You were the sun, shining on the graveyard of my Love.
You were the moon, that lit up the darkness. And left me in an inopportune way,

So I say, "Death come to me !."
For I can see my afterlife, no more strife, just the fires of hell, that I know only to well, to entertain me
While my life turns to ashes  and debris.

You have painted me far darker than black, beyond anything that
We know where it is at....a void - because you didn't understand when I was annoyed.
My desire for life, you destroyed.

Now it is angels that will cry tears of blood on the evil black flowers of my doom.
See now....they will be budding soon....and then they will bloom...with a delightfully decaying bloom, their scent will be of brimstone.

Time was  like the wind. Carrying in....all the troubles, pain and  anguish..all be it fears,  that we tried for years to forget - yet there is no forgetting or forgiving....
Just blood letting, from my wounded Heart and Soul,
It was your goal to end me, block me ...always it was your cruelty you seemed to find Devine...so fly my prayers to the fallen angel...like he was dead, dumb and blind.

What are the last rites for a love denied?
Let me climb upon my cross.
Let there be nails and I be crucified
For Love.
My body is on fire. I am writhing and calling out to the angel defiled, to teach me, to reach me...for I must learn how to die.

A darkened light shines from my lost  heart, bleeding - needing Love.

Anguish has a face...
And you can trace the fall....I am falling from grace....
And my wound will remain unhealed.....thrilled to finally come to an end of Love's will.

In pain I crawl down the lane, the via dolorosa..
My knees are bleeding and my hands are raw. Yet I crawl to my final stand. This is what I planned.  It will not be remanded.

My Love is strong as death.
I will love you with my last breath.
Jealousy is cruel and the grave is a spiritual ritual, and nothing can save me from my fate....for it is to late.

I sigh!  There are tears falling from My eyes.
For it is because of anguish, I must die.