It shall all have been...

I wandered on the outskirts of a midnight town,
Persisting to convict my own heart's inadequate love.
"Treat me to a dream," I'll ask my angel,
As any hope of a tranquil night seemed far distant.

Use me as another merely to fly upon the wings of a raven,
He shall holler faster than one had proclaimed in a dark and dreary sunset.
No more must I recall these repressed tears,
Explode upon the feelings on another, and remove the 
duct tape blindfold which has hindered me.

Further trips lose all inhibitions,
Pained heart I laugh in your face, 
Despised pain and a rememberance of all hatred passed.
My child will sit in my lap as I explain these stories of fairy-tale long
ago,
And it shall all have been a fantasy, never lost within my heart.