A sliver of hope-- Instead you ended by shivering out on that unsteady-tipping *****.
And for all those somethings, I hadn't know, well, I had to let them go. Now I am, all alone. But hey, it's not like you would've know-- Too lost to see through your own moats murky waters.
Was it One; Two; or Three; Captured sirens swimming with you, within your clouded judgement?
Or is it, One; Two; or Three; Vile hags trampling with you, within your undeserving life.
Are you feeling empty yet? Or are you full of your lies?
It appeared to be a feast-- While in harsh reality, you were plucking at nothing... Nothing except brittle bones.
Its all a shame, for it was a dream spun upon spindle-- Lost in a cowards looping *****.
Was this not what you wanted? Hmm- What a shame... What a shame...