Falling down the ragged precipice, pain,
Controls omnipotent, my rusty life,
The monotony of my daily strife,
Desensitized then from bittersweet rain.
Azrael calls, chanting my sorrows still,
From Tartarus, everlasting life mocks,
The Angel of Death, away my joy locks
My mind breaks, he revels in my lost will.
A revolution of the kind most foul,
Not liberty, but repetitive death,
And not a merciful death in Nyx's cowl,
But endless fire shed through shuddering breath,
I watch, wreathed in envy as puppies yowl,
Endless agony is life's sweet caress.
