Wherefore art the truth to lie
Within the bounds of you and I?
'Tis empty now; this blessed hell
You once pronounced would do me well.

As withered interests fill the deep
And minions watch the soul to keep
You far from me,

Slick smiles greet me only for
The purpose to remind the whore
I have remained to let the stained
Scars numb me.

And I am thus left here
Withstanding all alone,
The sins of past pretentions
When this hell on earth was home.

Dear moments sent to certain death,
My query twines false baby's breath
To fill the tick's lost marriage bed
And serve as pyre for my head.

Suttee, soft and willingly
Embrace this feeble, choking me,
For arms no longer give me pause,
And lung's; sweet air no longer draws.

As he was all there was of love,
Mayhap I was neglectful of
The truth that lies, yet held me fast
To hope that never dared to last.

As withered interests fill the deep
And minions watch the soul to keep
You far from me

Slick smiles greet me only for
The purpose to remind the whore
I have remained to let the stained
Scars numb me.

Such sounds that gurgle forth, I hear
Within my mind, though not my ear.
'Tis life that leaves my body now,
And with it goes my dearest vow.

And I am thus left here
Withstanding all alone,
The sins of past; pretention's last,
When this hell on earth was home.

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