Crack, Baby
And then shed a tear for me.
Not three or four,
Just a singular tear for me
To set my soul at ease
As I cross the River Styx.
That way,
My mind’ll be cool
As I wage war with fire and brimstone
And all things unpleasant in between.
Your lovely, crystalline tear
Will steady my soul
As I cross the twisting road of coals
That ultimately leads to you. |