Ophelie - Paul Albert Steck

Sorrowful becomes dead weight as I tire from the haunting of my fate sinking may not bring me peace but occurred with apparent ease bound and gagged by my own hand the brook perhaps did understand garlands of flowers still adorn remorse I hold for those that mourn all struggles were so far from here where I was lost inside my fear no respite nor chance to clear my name day by day sliced up the same until self-view I did despise could protest no more ~ your words were lies it matters not when past no return whether sense is seen or you could learn nothing more for all eternity but a dragged-out death picked just for me