Song of Sorrow
I feel a chill as I descend into Hell.
I tried to reach Heaven, but somehow I fell.
Knowledge of her body was all I
could find,
When I worked so hard to discover her mind.
The fear that replaced Love makes me tremble and shake.
If this is a dream, then I pray myself wake.
The repetitious rhythm forces me to dance.
It's not a ballet, but rather a trance.
Reptiles of beauty are the women of the world,
Who sink in their teeth when they are no longer a girl.
How can God save me from the impressive,
When He Himself is less manic than depressive?
I don't want to stay here and endure the pain,
Yet I endlessly desire that which makes me insane.
