River of poisonous gloom water cold
There ahead I behold in the bosom of eve -
Whispers of sorrow covered with mold,
Words never told and anticipations deceived.

lukewarm white hands and chill grin,
Teeth sharp and swift jab;
A struggle I know I can't win -
Just a small crimson stain in your lap.

The water is above my head, 
The lights are vanish fast;
I saw my body sinking dead,
I reach my harbor last.

Whispers of sorrow, covered with mold,
Words never told and anticipations deceived;
River of poisonous gloom water cold
There ahead I behold in the bosom of eve.