These thoughts fight for my attention
Which shall win, out of a thousand?
Suicide of fallen from my progressing ruin
My lasting love is depressingly destined
No longer wish my love has brighter fortunes
No longer mourn the bitter sweet death
No longer question the defying reasons
No longer believing I can hear loves angelic breath
Incidentally called upon sacrifice
Death smiled with bloodless lips
The violent passions I knew I would entice
He said love wouldnt survive the hardships
My love truly did die that day in rapture
To all worldly pain, that still deepens
Seized in deep psychological failure
Fallen from my progressing ruins...
