On the eve that fell grace

I could feel the distaste

That my weary mind felt for the love which has died.

I impolore you to cease

With your sickening disease

And the love that you speak of is nothing but lies.

Upon my tongue a pill

That bodes me great ill

It’s the lust you’ve mistaken for sweet purity.

And inside my sick hell

Lives the moment I fell

Losing all sense of my previous sanity.

The blood that now flows

In the valley below

Is that of the heart you’ve left jaded.

And nothing is left

Lest even a breath

All I feel is this venomous hatred.

Please return to your grave

Your emotional cave

And leave be this maiden you’ve dociled.

For the end has now come

And this maiden is numb

And our hearts shall ne’er reconcile.