Unspeakable secrets in the beds of blood
Fires, turning into burning coals
As shivering preys to the raining flood
Thus let this grey dawn be greeted
The feeble decease of streaming veins
In solitude's yawning, inhuman lair
In a faltering voice
Wishes fade and die away now
Wounds of obsession's presence
Burning me down
Taking the last of me
Leaving a scorched shell
One moment of flawless silence
Left motionless and quiet
In rising tides of a lethal decision
The incision of (this) final pleasure was taken
Giving into the drifting beats of my pulse
Nothing and none should be reversed
