I caressed her suffering soul

With my love and true desier

But she ripped off my pounding heart

And buried it six feet under

I tried to resist a rhyme

Of charming beauty and lust

But I could not close my mind from tunes

And I fell into the calls of a siren

Biterness, the black cancer

Slowly gnawing my soul

Disbelier, despair, hatred

This fiendish trinity