I sit alone in darkest dread
    My pale heart is bitter cold
Upon my chest lies a rose, dead
    And gray and dry and withered old

I hear the knell of dark life sung
    By each unseen, unheard reaper
At times I’m old although I’m young
    For I lost touch of love from her

My angst is dark, my angst is bright
    My angst is just as bittersweet
As all in all in wrong and right
    From moments, quick when we did meet

We had quarrels, both white and true
    We lived in blackest harmony
But all in all in heart and mew
    There’s dark time and bright agony

But as it turns out e’er to be
    Bright agony won over time
And lost am I for lost is she
    For broken is the love of mine