I’m the dark and blank prince of damp depression,
A disgusting monster disguised in oppression.
Rust scraped off in flakes from my world by claws,
I’ll keep digging until I hit blood, those are my laws.

But it came like an answer to a prayer long forgotten,
With her around, I feel like eleven on scale of one to ten.
It sprung up, from the depths of a hole ridden heart chamber,
I’d compare her to a rose, but I’d rather not insult her.

With chains made of lead and gaze of iron, I can’t deny.
To say I’m anything but disgusting would be a bold faced lie.
I may be silent, but I wish to praise, I wish to sing!
Tendrils of love latching to my neck again, what a thing.

My sweetest dear, I’m out of words, believe it or not,
I can rip a thousand words from a flower or a blood clot,
But you’re amazing beyond my speech, can’t find the words I seek,
I love it, I’m at loss of words but I feel love, I don’t feel weak.

It’s the voice I’d hear in deepest dreams of desire,
For a person who’s cough makes me shudder atop my spire,
While body and mind are lost, my spirit is there, Chelsea,
It may not be now nor tomorrow, but by your side one day I’ll be.

I’d say more, but what’s left there to say?
I don’t believe in gods, but for your health I pray.
Fangs aren’t bared in a frown but in a grin,
With you, I’m the happiest I’ve even been…