Grief knew me once again.
Hateful truth which impales thee,
With tip of silvered virtue.
Love disheartens and saddens me,
Yet its twisted humour seeks to comfort me.
I am most wearied,
My strength is broken,
Powerless to uphold the dream.
An idealist, romance seeking fool.
All but a fiction of taltes of utmost woe.
Weep in anguish tears,
Forlorn in the filth of despair.
Damn this wretchedness feel I.
Is it even so, that it must end this way?
Then I defile this facade!

Free me from my loneliness, I beg of thee who hears. Fie upon fate.

Hence, my laments end, tonight.