Alone and deprived in this damp moist pit where I've died
Alone and forlorn, I grip the bones I adore
I'm nothing but a decaying mound of skin and flesh
I am the very heart and soul of death
As the worms and vermin eat my remain
I think back at life and those joyous happy days
And with rapture in heart and a wound to the back she left me
And in spiteful grief now I'm burning
All I see is darkness
All I see is perpetual black
My tears of blood quench her venomous thirst
As she drinks at my dirge
One dark grim night, the moon so full
My boiling rampant hate fulfilled
As I loom over her as she sleeps
I feel a hunger so deep
With a slow thrust of my knife
I end the little putrid whore's life
When the final bell knells and the bitch is in hell
I lookup at the moon and think back at how I fell
My valour, my pride
Replaced with spite and hate
And as she died my time too came
I fared into the storm ridden night
And stood before the grave I dug
Licking the crimson off the steel
Down I go as I kneel
The blade pierces my flesh
Down I go into the murky depths
There I lay
To forever decay

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