• 'Twas innocence that bound my soul
    half-made, gaze into the hole
    that cuts into my very being;
    broken, bleeding, heart still beating;
    taken with the times of ole,
    society will never fold...

    Flames once burned by wintry coal,
    now twisted up beyond control
    fever dreaming, still no meaning,
    present company demeaning;
    Now but one decrepit foal,
    I cannot play my lonesome role.

    A simple partner will suffice;
    a flower, carved as black as ice!
    My will entice, our strength made whole,
    beyond these human walls we'll go -
    Resolute against the cold,
    Your hand my Daimond Heart will hold.