A desperate cry, a frantic shout,
But all is final, fate is out,
Sit against the wall, but it's too late,
Pulse fading, crimson through lines so straight,
A slit of light, falls on your tears,
Try to plead, but no one hears,
Didn't want, to go that far,
But there's no going back, as the devil laughs
You ask who it is, the cunning elf,
Why it's sitting on the floor, it is myself.