My Arms, Your Hearse.

Hidden death in subtly rhymed verse...
The source of my depression...
And the drive of my curse.

A soulmate long finished in the eyes of my first...
My eyes blind with tears...
And it could always be worse.

I take all the blame, and drown in pain dispersed...
Where bleak rivers run dry...
And I ache with love's thirst.

I'm rising with the tides that fall in reverse...
But it was always the standstill...
In my arms of your hearse.