Romantic Torment

Tears Of Silver
Author: G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)
Written: 06/05/1998

She cries in tears of silver,
she cries without a light.
She sits alone in slumber,
ready to give up the fight.

The rose she held was dying,
she could not mend it back.
She wanted it to last forever;
we want things we often lack.

Her tears gleamed within the silvery moon,
the stars danced across her face.
She wanted him again forever,
and alas the true lovers sin post haste.

To that which when one let’s go,
and the other does as well.
To have one come back,
and realize all has gone to hell.

‘Tis a painful experience,
for the mind and heart.
I wish I could still tell her,
that we shall never part.

However, at last, all things change
like the waves in a sea,
and thus do I continue my walk
into my self misery.

© 1998 by G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)

Originally Written: 12-20-98
Final Version: No

I believe it is important to explain this poem for someone to really understand what it was written over. In part 1 – The Innocent, it speaks of a woman and myself whom share an enjoyable evening. However, in Part 2 – The Executioner, it reveals another woman whom is frustrated over what she can not have. So, in another words, each part deals with a different woman, but all in the same night.

Part 1 – The Innocent

Another night is born,
and so the fun begins.
Gentle talk and wine,
a few laughs you win.

Teasing and cuddling close,
anticipation in the air.
Blind lust consuming,
two souls with unconditional care.

And with a bite unto flesh,
the night of ecstasy begins.
Lips touch together,
a night of pleasurable sin.

Part 2 – The Executioner

All is said and done,
a phone call comes with speed.
She demands to know answers,
to things you can only dream.

In fury she denounces you,
she claims there is no truth.
You defend yourself at best,
over a cause you once knew.

A fight shatters the friendship,
the cuddling nights,
and the comfort which each had.
Insanity has claimed another (her),
into those unknown lands.

Originally Written: 12-6-98
Final Version: No

Welcome to my dungeon,
where pain is free at hand.
Tortured souls surround me,
in these forlorn lands.

Corruption and deceit,
dancing around my feet.
Sin and erotic pleasures,
taking unknown measures.

Within my soul
a blasted heart.
Remorse for all the things
that have fallen apart.

See unto your own,
the pain and misery which you cause.
I am your martyr,
I am the soul that never won.

Step within,
and dance within my mind.
Dance around my shattered soul,
and see me in the mirror, where there I cry.

Insanity has become my only friend,
the only one not yet dead.
The darkness keeps me in,
and the truth is spoken: I am the Angel Of Sin.