Sarcastic Wit

As I write this poem
my eyes shines vermilion
As I slightly closed the door
I can sense her coming

I know you're just here
Here in my lair you call me softly
Somewhere inside in my room
hiding

I must have been dreaming
phantasmagoria's like this can't come true

I'm so sad she made you smile
no doubt,
I made you cry

A somber smile fraught on my face
cracks on my lace
In the sullen depth of my heart
Fear,
my virtue so rare.

For now I sing this song for you,
come back once more my love.