In the barren darkness of night,
Spirits surface from beneath...

Out of this pain and torture of my cries.
Is only my tormented life your prize...

Always, constantly.
Looking, for the better me...

Everything draws into itself,
as the city floats upon the fire...

Where all is lost and dreary.
My countless thoughts aren't nearly...

My heart beats full of sweet sap and pure honey,
it doesn't beat for the lust of freshly printed...

It is your touch I must resist;
I struggle in your cold embrace...

I have awaited a day,
when I would meet someone so kind...

I.
Penance marks down my soul's notches...