This Fiend Mocks Me!

The pangs of love have pierced me with their spears and holds me frozen in their crystal chains, this cold eats through my sinew to the bone impassioned pleas fall icy from my lips. My heart in poison, poison not my own, fermented in the cask of shapeless night. This fiend mocks me! Comes knocking at my door! Rent from dreams where life is ghastly charged to plunge its knife into my gaping wounds. Split apart, sharp claws digging from behind howling creatures that rule the realm of night afflicting me, the genii of all rage, whirlwinds pulling down to a dark abyss where I am welcomed with a kiss of blood stomping the wingless crawling hours dead.