Oh tainted love cast thy stone,
Into the pits of my soggy soul,
Thy water is but a broken rippled glass,
Thy rock falls into the blackness of a hole,
The acute infinite hole in my life,
Filled with the waterfalls of my face,
This pond of emotion and feelings,
Is only thy first bite of the bitter taste,
But once, but twice I take this fork,
And stab into my fragile construction,
This fullness of dark matter within,
Seems only God’s contemptible introduction,
Take thy mate back O’ Lord above,
For my exhausted searches hath not found her,
This fair lady must be something amazing and conspicuous,
I for one am unworthy as a coward,
Hope is but one drop of water,
Falling from the cliffs of my starry eyes,
O’ Lord I pray for thee serenity,
And for this world to take back it’s tainted lies…
