As I lie here in this swamp of sorrow,
dead briar clutches in cold embrace.
The Reaper arrives for me on the morrow,
love lost, so bitter is all I taste.
I welcome the dark to this agony,
yet nightmares destroy the peace of sleep.
I beg to expire eternally,
yet my prayers remain silent so therefore I weep.
My God! My God! Please save me this pain,
I meant not my life to put me through this.
Have You forsaken my soul in vain?
To cast me down this tortuous abyss.