From His Sleeping Kingdom in The Dirt.

From His Sleeping
Kingdom in The Dirt.
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He misses her
from the gloom...

the cat-like curve
of her
mouth..

the Oceans of
Empathy in Her
Eyes..

That  Laughter
which could fill
A Hearts
Empty Room!

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Of This
he is Certain,..

Love can be
Hell.

But..
Loneliness
is Worse!..

Full of
Evil
Secrets
The Dead
would never
Tell!

(From Their
Sleeping
Kingdom In
The Dirt.)

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Perhaps it's
only Him..

but The
Stars
seem much
Dimmer...

(since he
Lost His
Only Friend.)

as he stands
below them
Screaming.

(till his
Voice becomes
a whimper.)

"oh,
Bring My
Lovely Back
Again!"

(If Only
while I'm
Dreaming.)

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but
The Moon
Laughs Madness
at His Despair..

torturing his
Mind with
Images of Her..

until He
see's Her
Sweet Face
Everywhere!!

(From His
Sleeping
Kingdom in
The Dirt....)

j.stephen.h.
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note:

this is from
the perspective of
the romantic dead..
(who dream still.)
and attempts
(in vain) to capture
the essence of
That Ever-Loving
Will.

(which fades not.)

j.