-Death and despair-
Each time I make my mother cry, an angel falls from heaven and burns in hell, 
Each time I make my father proud, a part of me dies and forms societal oppression,
I see the twinkle in a child's eye, but blinded I am by melancholy,
The ever going hatred for mankind and woman alike,
Such a waste of air am I, the world, fair but depressing,
Yet, I see no joy in this hellish place of eternal damnation,
I see woman and man alike in happiness and love, God, and work,
I see no further point in God.. God is dead.
But, further oppression lies in the fields of eternal salvation, the cemetery gates now flourish,
The guard lets the fool do as wished,
I dig a shallow grave, I fill it with life, and I lay,
Will you come for me?
Will you call for me whence I am gone?
The hour dies along with pity,
I seek no pity, 
I seek no happiness,
What I seek is in my mind,
Once I open my mind, I am dead,
And so, I have died long in the times of cheer and glee,
I am dead, 
Dead is my mind, body and soul,
Melancholia is my mind, 
She is the dark mistress cloaked in lust and damnation,
She is a succubus, clinging for what she desires..
Death and Despair..