The complaint of the human heart,
A low expression of anguish,
A solemn smile left alone,
The ugliness of this exposure.
Death threatens on the other side
. It haunts the forest,
Doubtful charm, a metallic lustre.
Not capable of sympathy.
A disease of sadness,
Tortured by some black trouble,
A thousand phantoms,
More wretched than his victim,
Gnawed by the deadliest enemy.
Passionelass as he appeared
, A rush of sinfull thoughts expelled.
Throbs of despair,
Feverish in a tide of life.
Everything within its grasp.
Walking in the shadows,
Of a forgotten dream.
An ugly night,
A scarlet token over his heart.
Detecting the gleam,
In the company of devils,
This evil so touched,
forever transigured.