I call upon thee, my Queen of Thought,
I wish to be free from abysmal cold
I eager to lose & forget my ache
My shattered heart is by you betrayed.
I'm bearing my cross, my soul is ablaze.
My gore is frozen, I lost my true face.
Always abhoring in Abyss of despair
Comprehending the love, but having no care.
Fallen in sanctuary, losing myself
Waiting for death, comprehending the faith
Filled with abhorance, unable to pray
Because of thy love that brought me disgrace.
My exhausted soul still remembers thy voice
That mesmerized me depriving of choice
I was deceiving in our crooked affection
That left after it only devastation.
