Forsaken splinter aggravates, like poison from my lovers seed. My mouth as barren as my womb, my hope as faded as my dreams.  

Could lay it down as razor cuts; reclaim my peace within my grave, the footsteps of life’s rotting corpse within my halls of yesterday. 

 Love, unbidden enemy, so tender in its ruthless lies. Its sweetness still upon my lips, its absence burns between my thighs.

Oh reaper dear, so cold and feared, your loneliness I can conceive. So come to me my wayward friend for from this lie I take my leave.

No blushing bride but willing prey, blade births the end of misery.