As I sit at the window
Beginning to look at the vista
Cold air blowing in my face
Dreaming a new life, away with the fairies
Ever-decreasing circles leading to death
Fortunes dimming, my luck runs out
Ghastly nightmares invade my beautiful dreams
Horrific green-eyes staring back at me from
In my silvered image, my dream being destroyed
Jealousy gnawing at my soul
Kicking my heart when I was at my happiest
Lamenting losing my grip on my love
Mine eye now wanders back to the beautiful view
Never more to sit here dreaming of marriage
Observing the panorama I try to take control
Pacifying my uncontrollable emotions, losing the battle
Quitting is always preferable to losing outright
Raging inside me, the passion cannot be contained
Spilling out, an orgy of violence executed on one poor soul
Tapping into his soul, hoping against hope, to take his life
Undermining his life source, watching, waiting for his last breath
Victory is mine, the green-eyed monster vanquished
Woe-be-gone am I now, I must become like a
Xerophyte living on only my dried up love and other dead emotions
Yearning to turn back the clock, to give back the life I took
Zealously seeking out my redemption… I awake to see the sun signalling the dawning of a new day.