I.
Penance marks down my soul's notches...

I have awaited a day,
when I would meet someone so kind...

It is your touch I must resist;
I struggle in your cold embrace...

My heart beats full of sweet sap and pure honey,
it doesn't beat for the lust of freshly printed...

Always, constantly.
Looking, for the better me...

Out of this pain and torture of my cries.
Is only my tormented life your prize...

Where all is lost and dreary.
My countless thoughts aren't nearly...

Everything draws into itself,
as the city floats upon the fire...

In the barren darkness of night,
Spirits surface from beneath...