Amid the blue sea
There's a long road to the limp and the rope
Here my hopeless soul and my lonely knife meets
Truthsome to the soothsayer's horoscope
Teary smiles the devil
Take no fury to a funeral

Silenced mope
I gasped an air of pity
Red flooded the floors
This naive knife redds me off eyes
As perjury mocks my lying lips

I was the protagonist
But very nigh I become the scene
I see the melancholic censurers
How poor their eulogy?
How deaf the dead can be

The priest said the requiem unholily
My thirst unquenched from the holy water drippings
Lay me in a chrisom hearse
With loo shrills and cold shame
I danced the dirge to a waterloo
Here am I solely sleeping