I dismounted the love
  I created beneath me,
  abandoned I Do and 'til Death
  and my kids to be free.
  ****** kept me in a spectrum.
  I fell in love in bars at night.
  I ****** our love to death again,
  never minds in morning's light.
  Guilt hung off my soul like moss
on witches ghost swamp trees
dragging me to my execution
praying at last on my knees.