Grizzly and gory, I refuse,
To let your fingers frill my hair.
And lies and falsehood
That you carefully sow, to any longer infest me.

How is it when the sailor sets,
To leave your island away,
That the siren song so beautifully sung,
Thwarts his mast into disarray.

And one who appeared on his will
Is crawling before your authority to leave.
As you sap the life out,
How do you sing of love.

How do you smile so beautifully,
And where do you keep such jolly youth.
For I have seen the bloody masked face,
And your perennial truth, you hound!

And tonight again you will coon
To my draining head to stay,
And bind me in your lustful spell,
To be combed by you again.
-Divyosmi