It Bakes My Essence
Thinking About That Misery Called Love
Millions Are Being Taunted By Its Name
For Eons It Enslaves With Its Mystery
Yet Those Fools Would Die
Just For The Cursed Solace
It Wretchedly Gives Them
Dangling With Pride
It Foul Tongue Captures My Being
Now Finally Withering At Its Feet
Like Those Before Me
Forever Engraving Me In Its Legacy
