love's torment

By: SML

heaven teased by a moon-beam's shine
while hell's dark promise hides its design
with the bright sun boiling in burning skies;

broken doll, bat your eyes.
wooden boy, tell your pitiful lies;
my soul, my love, they cannot fly.
beaten down, despite all they try;

none hear my anguished cries
while inch by inch, my heart doth climb
only to be cast down again, never to rise
and, once broken, sighs a lover's sigh

for hope has run dry... this lover dies.

oh, how heaven teases like a moon-beam's shine,
while hell's dark promise- overhead glides
with the bright burning sun... in boiling skies.