Dark oceans we cry, writhing in the misery, cast spit on love that lay at
Our feet, the intrigue of pain we crave it’s mystery neglect to explore the
Depths to sanctity. We reach happiness, divine in providence, our lamented
Desires. Lose scent of the essence, shunned is the prosperity, we feel the
Anxiety, self inserting the knives in our heart. Luring to degrade with
Bribes of affection, can’t abide divinity over our imperfection. All love
Is broken sombre in devotion, the hearse of selfishness has drove it all
Away.
