Your chest is an abyss where I lost all love,
Your eyes are of demons, they drained me of love,
I came back to you, but you slapped me down again.
In the river I cried, no where to hide, so how will you be mean again?
I'm drenched in sorrow's water, it's dark like death.
It's gray and cloudy like a invalid's last breath.
Oh, Lord, show me your ideals of love!
If I can never have that, I'd rather be above...