A wretched soul I truly am!
A soul that's plagued and cursed.
The dark foreboding wonders
That chime from every verse.
The ink, the pen, the paper here
A release of all the sorrow,
Of all the thoughts that dwell inside.
Of yesterdays and tomorrows.
Tales of pain and sadness,
Yet somehow sweet, serene.
Thoughts filled full with madness
That hides inside me unseen.
And yet the only refuge
To purge me off the cold,
Is to burden others with my tales
Oh curse this wretched soul!