To My Dear Enchanting Master

To be frank, dear sir, you're my every dream come true
-The solitude I forgot I could feel, the wind blowing through my darkened locks
And though I am brought to this euphoria
-This heavenly ray of light amongst hell's fury
I cannot but be lack
Despite how engaged I become by the earth-bound heavens you so eloquently title Your Eyes
-Or how desperately I attempt to return the favor
The void resides
This barren pit that's so blissfully referred to as my heart,
It goes without beating
And despite my efforts to feel nothing
-To push all emotion away
Still yet I am enchanted
So until I find a more effective outlet-
better than my current blood letting
I remain, oh wicked daydream master, your captivated minion-
Your mistress of the night.

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