There is a gaping, shrieking pain in me
A mad woman tearing off her hair
On the bottom of an empty abyss
My heart cries for her, it cannot do anything
Looking back to ruins, smouldering decoration
I wish this were but a bad dream
If parts can be glued together and work
If life is not a grinning sarcastic midget
What now? Prayers, penitence and hope
Mercy will have its last word, but the horror
Of the moment will live long after
In a memory crippled by satanic voices
The shock of my collapse anguished by lies
Fragile trust succumbing to monstrosity
The tree is down by one casual blow
Which comprised weeks of derailing love
Accusations and guilt follow like sheep
I am sure I will never do the right thing
Want the right thing, another grim touch
I just want to cry slowly, eternally
