Take me to the black lake
Where every beauty, all seems fake.
Stunning yet vile,
You walk down the aisle.

A query arises from within
How and where did your genus begin?
Take me to the black lake,
Where water burns and rocks shake.

I made a game, while unfair, you'll play
And reap me, ofcourse, but in delay
Oh take me to the black lake
Where death begins, life is at stake.

Here my body shall lay,
In the heart of the windy bay.
Oh take me there,
To the lake of no light,
To the end of entire affair.