The factor of "EX"

The sky cries the darkest tears

and needles of reassure are no cure
to the reddest of feeling by the silver moon as the crows stalk to seal your doom

for when night is done and morning crawls
all thats left behind is my chain and ball

yet i'm as free to the ocean as the oxygen inside it
the evanescent of dispare of life can't subside it.

and even in a free form state your soul will be left at Hells gate

to feel the silver rath of all your faults
and to discover your flawless vaults.

so cry in the night if you must, your loss will only become speckles dust.

and if by chance lady fortune spins her stone,
no rotation will go unknown.
may you forever be alone.