There’s a Darkness in your soul,
Under that Sweet disguise,
But I can see It pouring out,
Bleeding from your Eyes.
Your Ignorance matched by Arrogance,
A Despondent circumstance…
Did something design your Darkness?
Or was it happenstance?
Well, here, my dear, take this towel,
And wipe those Bloody eyes;
You’ll find that you’ll see clearer,
(But not through my disguise).
For if you think you’re touched by Darkness,
Take a closer gander…
Peer into these eyes of mine,
Reminiscent of Lysander.
In these orbs you’ll see The Darkness
Which envelops me,
And all will hear your Screaming Soul
Drowning in the Adriatic Sea.