Oh, wretched mess, do you your beauty see?
When eyes look down to’ward a crooked beat
Do they perceive the monster that you be?
Or place you right next to the master’s seat?
This horror you have box’ed deep within
Lives off the spirit hous’ed now inside
To pump your veins with every deadly sin
The kind in whispers kept and chained by pride
You feel it in the shameful breaths released
A joyful face kept far by selfish ways
Until an organ aches for the deceased
And levees break at crimson’s dark display
Dear wretch, my love, now shattered on the floor
You asked and sought, now knock upon the door.