Hate - is leading my counterpart.
Sick and nervous. Can't beat the other, and
Greed - is telling the obvious
Teased and bothered. Can't reach further
Dread - is growing in hour cycles
Bad, mischievous. Effete of grievous
Void - is leaving me shivering
Bare, uncovered. Until I smother - Somewhen
Grief - will guide me to teary lands
Lone and solace. Despise another one's
Gleam - and follow the other road
Down to father's. Quietly sorrows - Somewhen
And when the angels disarmed me
I searched for the yearning,
to sleep for a while
And when the anguish was growing
I served my demise
Finally, suffered enough