*cracks knuckles*

For all the confounded times of dismay and spite,

And for all the times we thought each other's existence was a blight.

For all bitter melodies we composed under a blanket of doubt,

Whilst plotting when we will be under death’s shroud…

As we always said, a toast to our misery…

Fatal schemes and deadly plots we conducted,

As the blood dripped down the shattered mirrors, 

And our reflection became confused and obstructed…

In jealousy and greed as our love no longer grew dearer…

Devoid of a loving touch and of all meaning

We lost ourselves, to what I do not know,

But now everything seems demeaning

And the end of our suffering seems to be slow…