Theatre Of Tragedy - Dying ,, I Only Feel Apathy

poem By Raymond, Music By Theatre Of Tragedy
Now As I Am To Be Bereaft Of My Troth
I Cry Aloud My Last Words Of Lost Hope.
A Violent Gust Of Wind Is My Frame Of Mind;
Huxes Like Moisture Through Pores.
I Am Unwilling To Forgive
Him Who Depriev`d Me Of My Life -
Gloaming The Sequence -
A Momentary View.
Perishing Intervals Of Rejoice -
My Supreme Happiness Is Lost!
Baleful Emotions Of Fear - My Body Is The Earth -
The Earth Is Now Destinéd To Be Made Forlorn -
Forlorn From The Enlivening Energies.
Am I Not Anylonger Living?
In Mournful Silence I Suffer -
In Peace I Now Will Rest.
My Hard-working Hands
Are Now Reposéd.
I Close Thee My Belovéd Into My Heart -
Conceal Thy Memory In My Inner Sanctum.
In My Thoughts Thou Shalt Forever Be -
As A Dear And Precious Remembrance.
I`m Dethronéd In The Reign Of Entity -
My Tears Descend Like Of Ebony -
Life Is The Theatre Of Tragedy -
Dying - I Only Feel Apathy!