Rose & Liquor : Poisoned

By
The welkin weeps in gray
I seek the wherefore why
In perfidy I stray
Beneath a leaden sky

My heart is cloyed with rue
A cistern filled with gall
For those I deemed most true
Have wrought my bitter fall

A hermit amongst the dead
I flee the guile of man
With thorns upon my head
My weary race is ran

The grounds are fathoms deep
Where vipers sting the mind
I have no tears to weep
For all is left behind

No balm can heal the sore
No halcyon shore is nigh
I pace the barren floor
And wish at last to die

Drowned in a sea of naught
I sink in sable sleep
The peace so dearly bought
Is but a grave to keep