Demon Stories

Beau: Broken in Death, 1802, France

Beau
Broken in Death
1802, France

My heart can not take to see you sleep as like the dead
For you sleep as if you will not wake again 
Like her before you, you sleep as if you will not wake again
So out of life are you both, for these I am not to be forgiven
Oh lord which is in the moon which shines on him now, I am not to be forgiven
I should be watching over him, but your cold ray will watch him instead
You will watch them both instead

My weeping heart knows now how I broke our promise
I did not protect your heart, my beating flower
As divine punishment, to these events I bore witness
My eyes drank in a sorrow which shone through your's
You don't think I can feel such sorrow
But it is only because I am broken in death
Long ago, I was broken in death
But as you bloomed in my heart, I felt it all the time
Such a feeling, to be so in joy but so destroyed
In pain, but in such a bliss
Your eyes, your hands, your loving kiss
Your eyes only now show the sorrow 
Your hands drooped, your face in pained expression
I watched for days, your movements slow
It was only yesterday how you showed aggression
But I could see on your face 
You only did it to get out the sadness you feel
I wanted to hold you until you never feel that way again
But I can't hold you anymore
I can't be near you anymore
I am not the one you fell in love with, I am the disgrace
I am not worthy of you, for you are an angel
In realization, on your heart I am the stain
It was not what I made you do which caused your light to fade
It is who I am which caused our fate, 
because of this you are betrayed

Oh love in darkness, oh living dead
Oh pain which we suffer
Oh tears which we shed
Such death to another
Why not me instead?
For what right have I, 
to feel such a strain
When this love which I gave
made you suffer again?
If heaven is above
And hell is below
On this delicate middle ground,
what seeds did I sow?