Because Of My Painful Heart

Because of my painful

Heart, I conveniently bring

And take pleasure in

The burning flames that

Draw me in to

A lowly, place. I

Speak about how I

Lost all courage. I 

Say my spirit is

Dead. My heart feels

Much war and little

Life. If it wasn’t 

That death was a

Game to me, I’d

Make pity cry to

Love. But, because this

Crazy time has arrived,

I’ll change my firm

Opinion about that other

Condition. I can’t move,

And I’m breathless,

There, where I was

Deceived, when love passed

Through my heart and

Took away all my hope.