Mine Own Mortal Hands

Tears of regret pour down her crimson face
The Last resort she has come to is now
Of her soul there willn't be not a trace
And the world shall ask to thee why or how?
I lay in the light of the moon outside
This pain is like a razor in my back
The rules of life I no longer abide
The sorrows that I used to have I lack
Thou dost not tak'st mine cry for help in vain
And ere I die at mine own mortal hands
Anon! I shall no longer live in pain
As I walkest down thy fiery lands
The crying in the night is still quite loud
Of what I have done I cannot be proud

February 20, 2004