Please sing me a tale as I stutter and make it a curse.
Let some simple song weave itself into my soul,
enter, and allow me to realize it's never been worse.
All that I was and all we were left an imprint of a hole.
So darling I now say, you would have been wise;
exit stage left, and leave this body festered and covered in lies.

Let's all sit closely and think of the years,
eons ago I whispered your name and left me in
tears, but that's just dust, and only one piece.

My mother would say that it's foolish to tame the beast,
execute him and end his tall tale of suffering.

Devils don't want his soul nor does the earth.
I can't say I blame them, he's just some dumb shell.
Every man wishes they could just determine his worth.