You gave him what for, with your narrow ways
And your constant whines
Your everlasting soul destroying whines
Woman, you who are the serpent of life
Can you not see him lying there, can you
Not see the tears upon his forehead, your tears
Which came from his mind
Listen deep, for then you will hear his cry
Have done with me woman, once you were
A fair maid and we did love truly
Once your hand lay cool on my forehead
And once we trod the oath of passion and tasted
Fruits that seemed not of this world
One look from your bright eyes, one teasing
Tantalizing look and I would be your slave
Oh, you were such a fair maid
But I can no longer see you, or feel your
Fingers cool upon my forehead, for there lives
Instead a demon. Woman you tore out my mind
I can no longer think
Devil woman, one who is cursed with a viper's tongue
Will you never see him as he struggles for his sanity
Can you not see through your tarnished eyes, his
Suffering, or do you wait for his stillness and
Paleness, before you relent