My Lady Issosia is wearing her zombie bridal
She rocks back and forth as her insanity blooms.
Lady Issosia hides not from the searing hot sun.
But from the love that once was, that is now, undone.
My Lady Issosia scarcely
sees the light of day.
So that to the light she will not become prey.
My Lady Issosia crawls around deep within my mind.
It seems within my head she is confined.
My Lady Issosia shall
not run from what you call fear.
Instead she shall embrace that which is seen as austere.
My Lady Issosia has a knife.
If only she does me this one favour.
And ends my life...