A rose colored future doesn't seem to end well
Perhaps it was that misguided vision from which I fell,

Is love sacred or verboten? In my life I could never tell
A grim reaper guided me to my own personal cell,

Whenever it seemed my life began to gel
I disappeared into midnight with my own soul to sell,

Isolated upon this plateau that no mortal could repel
Until there was no one left to embrace or compel,

I will not answer when it calls for me the dreaded toll of the bell
I'll be possessed by the illusion of loving Candace, Bridgette, or Raquel,

Failing to attain the unattainable that's where I excelled,
Forever imprisoned within the forbidden wishing well.