I was a fool,
A damned fool,
To think that a crush wouldn\'t hurt.
I only have hate,
A vile hate,
For the world and all of its works.
With all this grief,
This rotten grief,
My tears flow fresh from my sin.
I opened my heart,
My lonesome heart,
And now my light grows so dim.
Into the grave,
That smiling grave,
I thrust my worthiless corpse.
To rid all this pain,
The cackling pain,
I leave without a remorse.
Relief from my mind,
My Quagmiric mind,
Is worth all the shame of death.
When all is divined,
And my stuff defined,
They\'ll see nothing worthwhile was left.