My life’s a tearful tragedy:
a twisted, tangled thread
of magic, mangled mystery
inside my aching head.
A dark and dismal dreadful deep
where lurking in its lair
like savage, in my soul it sleeps:
dread dragon of despair.
The baneful, breathing brevity
of bitter, bated breath
for orphans of eternity
condemned to certain death!
The heartache of a lover spurned,
the cruellest coward\'s kiss
that for my sins, has earned for me
my banishment from bliss.
The night that stole away from me
those dearest, dream-filled days
and stained my sense and sanity
with gloomy, garish greys.
When will this winter fade and flee;
when will the spring return?
When will my true love come to me,
this tortured tide to turn?
O Life! O death! O tragedy!
O twisted, tangled thread
of magic, mangled mystery
inside my aching head!