Why am I like this?
What monster have I become?
I'm wrong in what I say,
Do and how I act.
...
The darkness caresses,
It seeks the sweet spot,
Its breath cold on my skin.
Its eyes roam,
...
What love
Could this love be?
My heart withers,
My insides turn to rot,
...
The Joker dances
And laughs,
In this deep cimmerian night.
Chains dance,
...
No sleep comes this night,
So deprived.
All I feel is the icy coldness
Of genuine rejection.
...
Bitter sweet is the circle
In which we roam,
Around and around
It never ceases,
...