Take away the wine
For restlessness plagues me...
I am a**ailed by a spectre profounder
Than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime
I shalt suffer this confessional mime
Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas
Only once it is dark doth my misery cease
She died to a sky dressed in flame
Eyes full of curses for her k**ers by choice
Who fell to their god o'er her vision and voice