• In the moment of solitude, I beseech
    I implore you to call me again.
    Release me from my own embrace,
    Struggling between now, and then.
    Have I lost that image of myself?
    I can't see her face anymore..
    It's all clouded in my mind, dear,
    Please, bide me no more.
    I've lost my virtue, and all of my whiles,
    I tossed them to the ground.
    When I gave.my body to their whims,
    In search for love, profound.
    I and they, we filled a hole,
    with the lust that left us wanting.
    But our death grew quickly near,
    For it was naught but daunting.
    Empty shells, entwined for shame,
    And for a lack of better term,
    It was all a game, blasphemous!
    And it will be the last of us.
    I envy the virgin, because she waits,
    For a love I lost my faith in..
    I had it once, but it was lost,
    And in this lonely eternity,
    I sold at the cheapest cost.