Woeful dark departed
as with the tears I shed
the more I turned vigorous
as with the more it bled

Unhappy dreams touched my bed
as with to the zenith I fled
the more I stood up
as with the more I fell

Ache went slow
as with the ointment flow
the more it pain till red
as with the more demons I fed

The more I regret
as with the more I forget