I came across you in my disease
You misrepresented yourself,
You were not what you seemed.
Along we went
To unspeakable places
And to my horror,
The truth became known.
Stuck in your grasp
For air I did gasp
Under your spell
Into hell I fell.
Sorrows of the moon
You evil, wicked buffoon.
Flowers of evil
Prometheus suffers still.
Flowing gowns of deception
Under better conditions
I should have known better
But alas, now I am fettered.
Now I mind myself
On borrowed time,
My mind
A prison…spartan…empty…
