Black Bile

Realize what is true to your soul
Lapsing in unending gloom
Voices urge these thoughts so soon
Still conscious forbidding you
Visions lead, an uneven beat
Deep stained shroud at wrist
Forcing visions true
Still conscious forbidding you

Timely pleasures nightly comfort
Black bile present in excess
Timely waves of nightly poison
Fade away in your nonsense
Drop the knife, timely pleasures nightly comfort
Drift away, feel the breeze in total silence