Could you help me?

I seem to've burnt myself

on the fire that burns within your soul.

I seem to've caught a glimpse of myself in

the unsteady mirror that is your eye.

But if you held the cure,

there'd be no disease--

if you had a clue,

well, there'd be no mystery,

would there mon ami?

Sorry i bothered you, ma cher,

but I think I must be dying

somewhere inside your hallow heart

while waiting for the gates to part.

Will I escape with my mind?

I haven't a clue!

So, Tell me mon ami:

Was it good for you?