From the depths of my heart,
Your trail of tears depart.
Scurrying to the grips of gravity
Devoured beneath the corpse of morality.

Your flowing crimson grips
Steal from the soul, tiny sips
Bequeth the torment of reality
Buried in the pages legality

Where is thy mercy, my queen
As darkness sets another routine
I bow before thy journey,
As the bowles embellish wormy

If and only may I,
Plead with you as you die
Bring me home to peace,
As the rivers begin to cease