A mirror image of my face
Down in my soul, a deep, dark place
Thence beckons me, with tears implores
To join it on th' Acherontic shores
Come and see what I have done
But, pray, do not tell anyone
You know the world is bound to burn
And so I wait to watch it turn
Painting pictures of myself
For more than all, I love myself
I am most glad that you could come
It's barren here, and bleak and glum
I paint my fears in hues of red
And when I love, I love myself
And should I die, you'll sink down dead
Please help me now, I hurt myself
When you feel the warm flow, then
The pain is lessened once again
