A Dying Soul

I tell you, they’re melting Back to us, Dear Listeners. It's a scarlet horizon Sleeping with the night. Choose one device to stick with it Is another pain and this will be the last word for you To night. If you don’t like. Well, friend, to go to hell! But believe me before you go It’s not the blue feeling you try to comprehend And what I have inside me with such enormous Thing they called it L.O.V.E. Leaving rock and sand behind. This is the forbear, twisted E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G from the depth To the sea up. My Dear Reader, I am dying. Your poetry Or your writing will do any good to my illness. Please, don’t cry. And go out of the light. I stopped writing as I started watching Everyone. Except you. I don’t mind to die for you, My Dear One. Just tell me if I have done it right.