Blood pierced tears drip from my disfeatured face Darkened cicatrice left from Leda’s Swan Rippéd flesh and stolen purity lace Life in only torture and darkness’ dawn Lost in shadow, remain another’s pawn. A heart stoned for one’s crimes uncommitted. The Pardoned Guilt creates permanent bronze. Agony! The Angel of Death has beckoned! Ah… Not him? T’is my own voice that has called. Pleading the sole Master willing to have me. Yet, the only answer is the air silenced. Worthless to even Him and his ground pave. Alone, solitude, in despair I lie Unwilling to live, unable to die.