I sit in the dark room, watching the lights
as they dance like a child with innocent delight

Alone, I here sit with my thoughts to consider
The path I have walked that has brought me hither.

You say that you love me, and I ask you "Why?"
How can you love one with so much pain in his eyes?

You tell me I'm kind and a perfect gentleman.
Look at these hands! Here's proof of my sin.

You say I'm reserved, pensive and thoughtful.
Do you not see how I'm cruel, cold, and spiteful?

You say I've a tender heart beating in me.
I see only a void where a heart used to be.

My tears the only aperitif I drink before sleep.
As I bury my head in my pillow and weep.

My sorrow sings to me and I fall to the ground.
Eternally sinking with never a sound.