Flogging Bacon

The epitome of pity have I seen.

It's name is frightening, it's name is me!

Why do I fight Myself? Oh Woe Woe is me!

From the distant hall of torment comes a voice.

It shatters the silence.

It's purity and sweetness stick the flesh and open a wound no mortal man could mend.

She alone is responsible for my bleeding soul.

I scream for her, for that voice, but the darkness hides her.

You may call it unrequited, but neither soul knew each other.

The voice disappeared into the abyss .

Darkness of silence came and swallowed everything up.

It swallowed the distant soul and brought order back to the hall, my hall.