My choking whisper My strangled cry The dawn is breaking Oh, darling, don't cry
My overturned coffin My desecrated body My beautiful disaster My accursed being
My agonized mind Our city is forever lost As well as our hope And to what was the cost?
My tear filled eyes My blackened heart My scarred self My mourning soul
My rain drenched courtyard To whom do I ow For this state of mind And, consequently, my suicide?