Again, Four Seasons Plagued By Shadow

1. I am in love with pain. Simplicity's mode has never been my gain, but I see you standing there in the rain, and I fain. 2. I am in love with darkness. A self-absorbed alchemist obsessed with the farthest as I weep over the death of softness, "You were deathless." 3. I am in love with knives. Who do I speak to as I take these lives poetically? Harbingers flow from my skies; my mind dives. 4. And I am in love with you: Perfected Cornerstone, Dejected Riverstone--skip to the lieu, the glue that breaks my iron heart anew, and casts a spell on doom. But now that you, too, are ascending on, my dirge is renewed; the future is carrion; a geode's depression trapped in an everlasting nightmare pillow embalmed by a hiss: "The corners of my love return unto this." 0. When Heart and Truth yet again go to war, the winner's side rarely holds the victory score, and is instead owner of that midnight vortex door, shivering minutely at the Nor' Easter sure, down into the realm of nevermore.