In matters of the heart I indulge not,
For mine was crushed and left to rot

By a Maiden who I admire
By that Lady who left me sinking in this quagmire

I cursed myself for loving her
My nemesis, the heart-slayer

Now, slumped in a corner
I'm awaiting the reaper

My wrists slashed, my limp body
I'm itching to cease to be

Noticing my reflection in the window pane
Seeing my face was blue

Like the blood running down the drain,
I was finally through!