Thy Serpent

Distress has found a dwelling place in me
already pale as death but still I bleed
For promises have shown their fragility
spare me your affection and pity
The world no longer is a joyfull dream
but a crystal with darksome glean
About to fall
Soon be shattered
One shared for every emotion dead
I will rather learn to enjoy misery
than partake a life of hypocrisy
Here I sit by the sloly dying candlelight