Crowned by despair

join me, crown'd by despair
wrought from cold uncaring air
sit close by while dirge is sung
and from rotten life the essence wrung
if you have within your soul
a wound unhealed, a gaping hole
wear with me the mourning garb
as armour against fate's cruel barb
so stand with me as by a grave
where life from death none can save
and set loose the hell that writhes inside
to divorce the soul from a heinous bride
when your heart is hurt but clear
only then can you your salvation bear
wear the scar so to never repeat
the misjudged choice which bought defeat