One final downhearted night,
I close my eyes really tight...

Arterys rip open and spill out the oil,
Lays upon the mixed seeds and black soil...

A thousand winters of solitude.
An affliction of ever enduring aggression...

Underneath the blackened clouds,
The suicide propensity overcrowds...

Binds of an inked pathway,
Sorrow is depressions prey...

A black tear from a moonlit sky,
A heart of exhaustion turns to cry...

Seduced and brought down, corrupt and spilt,
Tossed and dirtied is the reckoning face of guilt...

A barren room with white walls,
I sit in the corner and no one hears your calls...

Smother your corpse beneath the blood lined...
Because a compelling crepuscule is impending the...

Distinguishing the very own eyes of tenderness,
But then feeling the guilt and crushing...

Plumbing the insects remotely far,
Stitched up and disfigured with the body as the...

Driven inside out,
A mans bribery shout...