Swift as the daybreak, yet long since forgotten,

The pains and rage of a damned soul linger

The bitter tarnish of regrets unspoken

Ripple throughout uncovered graves.

And yet I move, with hope unfailing

And I reach for things unsure

And while my tainted heart needs ailing

My aspiration hits the floor.

Oh heart, oh twisted heart

Why art thou mangled with desires,

and torn while being worn

'Longside emotion's bitter sleeves

For love, though sang since times of old

Will never bridle passion

And passion's hold brings pains untold

With thorned, yet sweetened pleasures.

Oh be forewarned, my blinded friend,

Avoid damnation's thunder,

That you may live, still free from pain

And never love another.

-Victor Tinsdale