the attraction of the lady of pain
a promise made in vain
oh her deep beauty in the morbid light
her fiery eyes pierce me completely in the dead of night

a dress made purely of tears
a hold on those who are content is their fears
her lips plucked from the charcoals within a heavenly burn
the bitter comfort of her hug in which I yearn

she holds a flower which wilts with intent
that which she deeply laments