The ward was arraigned with spats of blood
The victim, castigate, and yet, part of us
The thoughts in eyes as seen under a hood
Burned in my own eyes and in my blood!
Mark'll sink us

A message mesmerized, on all English breath
The crux pretty grasped, but mostly misunderstood
Mark'll sink us

I am desolate. I live the black and blue of the night
Friend depression comes now and again once in a blue moon
It points backwards thus:
Mark'll sink us