Melankoly Black Bile
Realize what is true to your soul lapsing in unending
gloom
Voices urge these thoughts so soon
Still conscious forbidding you
Visions lead, an uneven beat
Deep stained shroud at wrist
Forcing visions true
Still conscious forbidding you
Timely pleasures nightly comfort
Black bile present in excess
Timely waves of nightly poison
Fade away in your nonsense
Drop the knife, Timely pleasures nightly comfort
Drift away, Feel the breeze in total silence
