Come one come all,

To this tragic affair.

If the sun shant rise

Will they be left in despair?

Did thy do as thy may

before the end of the day?

Or were thy trapped in thy head

Left inspecting the dead?

Unlock thy door

To thy palace of woe,

Embrace thy desire

And be left aglow.

As opening thy eyes

Is not a promise always kept,

For life loves death

And sends her many gifts

Of our last breath.