The abyssal white of this page
  Stokes the fire of rage
  Strikes the sorrow of age
Oh you blasted ****** fool
You led yourself astray
  No there is no way
  To look or to stay
She is gone and aloof
God I hate to stare
  At this page bare
  Where, I ask, where?
I had nothing to lose
Or so I said and was made
  Memories do not fade
  Far is my bless’d glade
Whatever have I done to you?
What for are these words
  What kind of world
  Is so freezing cold?
He forsook me, too
Lately, I don’t think
  I don’t drink
  I don’t blink
All I have is null
But I have not sold
  Fragments of my soul
  I only let her go
As any man would
Let us end this here
  I grow tired, dear
  Run, there, tear!
Cry for what we could