“Come to the gallows, young friend of mystery”;
Sorrow captures my every move, lovely
Haze fills the air like balloons of dead hopes.
The Devil so kindly chides, gropes
My face; cuts my sanity; drowns my joy.
I am nothing of wonder, but a boy,
Lurking behind the bushes, I tasted
The sweet blood; a sinner so damn wasted.
“What am I, a fiend of some vulgar woe?”,
Said my corpse to the ever-laughing foe.
I am reborn, sent to witness timing;
I am time, sent to gather the fooling;
I am a fool, sent to hellish grounding.