" Shroud of Misery "
I lie shaken,at the beauty of a dark enchantress
Just outside of her sight, I shiver in the dark
Our eyes meet, my fate sealed.
Not but her love could gratify me,
I'd lie ungratified for certain.
For I'm condemned fo loneliness,
cursed to a shroud of misery.
And that she'd grace my existence, but a dream.
For depression begets depression,
sorrow begets sorrow,
and in my bed of sorrow I'll lie for all eternity.
Therein lies my pain,
Therein lies my destruction,
and there I lie, suffering, in my shroud of misery.
Writtn by: Beau