The golden eyes of the abyss see within people without submission,
Darkened skies reach across and build uncanny intuition,
Though sun may rise to leave and go, only sorrow can stay,
Thriving within my shallow heart and changing in every which-way,
For this becomes the reason that betrayal becomes conceded, Granted that the love you lack for others becomes utterly unneeded, So with this hurtful note I stand by my words when I say that gold is unworthy,
And to this, I nod my head and with my wit resign from this hellish derby,
So with this note I end out love, and bid farewell to thee, my love
