Dry my tears to sacred mist,
A remembrance in the name if thee
The scent will only remind you of me,
That Provokes internal pain.
A drop of every tear,
Would make it hard for you to bear,
Kills the conscious, for you have lived,
The promised road you have paved,
Will walk you to the grave you dread.
That fragrance you wreak,
Will make it even harder to speak,
A slow death you'll feel,
Beneath the world, your heartless sphere.
