I’ve lived a life, solemn and true.
This I swear to you.
I’ve lived in the crypts of my mind,
dusting away cobwebs left behind.
I take with me, my pride of having loved both,
I take with me, the substantial field of where I let the growth.
The crypts cobwebs hold flower petals,
And sometimes the truth clangs together with ill-gotten metals.
For sometimes evil needs it’s counterpart,
In order to act the out my emotions of the heart.