"I Crumbleth"

Thou hath said thou want more,

Mine own bosom crushed by thy shoe,

Fooled me twice; now I hast many gores,

So much liquor, I haven’t got a clue.

I feeleth thy blade stab mine own back

All this pain has morphed into hate

They hath said thou would be mine own wrack

This bawd, the one Devil incarnate

Floweth, time shall doth always

Still, I’m unable to forget

Mine own wounds in thy constant blaze

Time of suffering’s end, hast not come yet

I thought thou was mine own lover

I fall apart and shall not recover.