my hateful pride's too hard to swallow -
I keep on choking, on and on.
I have no soul, I'm husk which's hollow,
like bones engraved with name of bride.
my heart was torn... was worn... was broken...
so many times I couldn't count.
I wish I hadn't seen the omen -
disgustingly blood-lusting horn.
horn of abundance was so lavish.
it gave me gold! and fame! and pash!
the taste of life became like radish,
the loss of love was in disguise.
now I'm alone... no sense... no purpose...
I'm just another human pile.
defrost me! help! its a cursed circle!
I am afraid! its time to hide...