Stripped me, thy hath of mine emotions
Strewn them across the ground and
Trampled upon them as if they were
Leaves falled from the branches of trees

Let me wither and die here amongst
The ashes of those who've passed
Long ago ...

Lift not mine spirit to the Heavens
That float above, but send me
To the burning Hells below, so
That mine soul might feel once more.

Deceiver!

Does this heart taste good with the
Wine thy sips? I do hope thy chokes
Upon mine fleshy heart and dies! Yet,
There is a small part of me that does
Wonder why, how .... and it cries tears
Of pain and lets rage fall asunder.

Let me weep now, in seclusion and
Wither now from sight. This soul
Is worthless for I am nothing in this
Terrible world. A shrinking violet
That cowers from the light now.

I must thank thee for all thou hath
Given me. Love is twisted and foul,
And without thy help, I hath never
shalt never found this out.

I thank thee for such knowledge.