Hate - is leading my counterpart.   Sick and nervous. Can't beat the other, and      Greed - is telling the obvious    Teased and bothered. Can't reach further       Dread - is growing in hour cycles    Bad, mischievous. Effete of grievous       Void - is leaving me shivering    Bare, uncovered. Until I smother - Somewhen      Grief - will guide me to teary lands   Lone and solace. Despise another one's       Gleam - and follow the other road    Down to father's. Quietly sorrows - Somewhen       And when the angels disarmed me    I searched for the yearning,    to sleep for a while    And when the anguish was growing    I served my demise    Finally, suffered enough