For the Darkling Lass

Written by Nick Plumlee

Sometimes life isn't worth my time.
Every breath becomes a crime.
And then I remember your face.
Everything falls into place.
When I look into your eyes,
I forget why my soul cries.
That is why I reach for you.
Now you're slowly reaching too...

        May every night pass slowly.
        Salty blood will east the pain.
        Devour my heart slowly.
        Distant stars will know your name.

Stars look down at night, specters of the mad.
A billion tortured ghosts, they want what they had.
And while the heavens chatter, my ten new voices scream:
Have I all gone crazy?  Are you just a dream?
What have I done, to obtain such a reward?
Why has the goddess of beauty released you from her hoard?
Who have I not offended?  I pray there's no mistake.
A Darkling's heart is hard, but it still can break.

        Bruised flesh grows tender.
        A bruised heart grows hard.
        O Gods, please let me tend 'er,
        The Bruised Darkling Bard.

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