The Asp is eating itself,
The Asp is going in circles.
The Asp is never-ending,
The Asp is starving.
Eternity is twisting in its grave,
My father's breath is ceasing.
I wonder, sometimes, if you will
be there with Him, waiting
for me to join you
earlier than scheduled.
You tried, in life,
to make me happy,
Father, you nearly succeeded.
But when you took away my
lover,
you killed me instead.
Father, I will miss you so
while you watch the Asp's feasting
and please remember fondly
my face before it changes.