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Here in my thoughts. Pleasures favorite fears,
overflowed. Overcrowded in my own views,
cup of sorrow filled with my raven tears;
closed eyes don't see this self-abuse.

Dying meadows, covering shadows of my heart,
living lips, soft fingertips have gone astray,
buried underneath loves true graveyard;
the legs are tied - this heart enchained everyday.

Change. The daily circle I dealt beside,
what brings the day when nights are gone,
what brings me time in all those nights,
it seems so right, but is it wrong?

Break free from chains, from manacles of pain,
the time still runs while roses deadly wane.