Consumed in a singular side tangle
Observing hire from within the darkness
I a mime, drowning slowly in sadness
Hire contempt a dagger I can't handle
To scream my love for hire can’t I strangled
By blood and cough from the daggers sharpness
My voice can not reach it is nothingness
Hire voice so cold it's a sword that dangles

Yet, oh mistress, she's so fair the despair
Seems to go away, my voice full returns
All her virtues I want and shall discuss
Hire splendor makes me reach out into air
She feels close I seem to grasp heir, she churns
A small ray of hope for the both of us