My Black Sea

I feel the monster's ravenous intent slide down the lump in my throat, As my mere existence is waning comparably, I slowly begin to lose hope What once was a warm and loving embrace from a truth that was solid as gold Now's only ashes in shackles and freckled with lies that are waiting to be told The pain of it all sends my consciousness wandering places it's meant not to be So I sat at the table where the Mad Hatter'd waited and we talked over a cup of fresh tea When the party was over I tried to recover the loss Hatter'd help me elude I was soon to discover, though I'd n'er love another, our love was too deep to exhume Though all efforts failed, I still tried to prevail, for the Moon, she still lives in my eyes Lighting paths to be seen by the less-than-pristeen, filled with pain that they try to disguise So send all the Angels and demons alike to all places you think I might be But catch me you won't-I'll remain here alone in my deep, dark, and empty black sea