The owl of guile

When I can no longer take this abysmal life,
you will divulge your hatred and pass me a knife.

The parlous state of my head is clear,
I know that you see me as nothing but drear.

I hate my incessant apprehension,
it makes me constantly taunted by tension.

Maybe you never read me clear,
but don't sneer as the years will float past your fears.

All the worry, woe and bile will wash away,
just like my memory will furiously fray.

I swear that I will never be happy again,
so please don't remember me with such disdain.

I know that I'm going to surely die,
but I will never say my dastardly goodbye.

I will wait where the moon bedevilled my heart,
where the owl of guile ripped my soul apart.

And there I will forever remain,
until all of my dire demons are slain.