• The heart begins to ache,
    My body begins to quake;
    Our fears from within, are composed of sin,
    Which leads to my chagrin.

    I slowly begin to walk with you,
    Fates intertwine into one, from two;
    Unfortunately, you torture me,
    Soon from this wretched life, I shall be free.

    My pride, envy, and anger,
    What hope did I have to change her;
    Now I lie, awake, this pain I can't take,
    Which therein cries the danger.

    This twisted, wretched place, from the utmost depths of hell,
    Where death is a luxury, clinging to the stairway from which I fell.
    Livelihood is the force from which my chaos reigns,
    Hoisted just above you on this death distorted chain.