A poetic vent

Oh my fragile soul so deep in thought I can not explain how the sight of you makes me turn into the deepest of shadows despair I pray for day that I can live without the very thought of you it sends me into those deep shadows of despair longing for death to wash over me to claim me as I am in need to be free of you much like CARMEN the Spanish whore if I can not live without you I beg of thee plunge your dagger into my flesh and set me free nothing could give sweeter escape of true happiness than to imagine a world where you do not exists my sweet sweet frank loving true if you do not how to finally kill me a suggestion for thee perhaps sweet poison mix in my version of hell I prefer it hell sounds sweeter than sound of your whispers coursing through my veins  of sweet com tempt of destruction I shall  never be satisfied until death is upon me wrapped against my soul clenching crushing the very image of you from my sight dear frank can you not take the only thing I have left my life the very air I breath take it it's your I don't want it he says I reply I too do not desire it