Deep, Very Deep!
You will be gone, Gone in the mortifying indifference, Gone without requiting my love, Gone, leaving violent memories. I shall return too, Return in the shame of disdain, Return with dry sobs, Return, carrying a dying twilight. There you go with inglorious pride, I sneer my affection true, And vow it'll never ever, Pass from me hence. Now the anger smoulders inside, And anguish bursts in refrain: Do it unto another, Do it unto another. Donning an armour of make-believe, With the hidden sword of insult, And, a quiver of sweet allurements, I am ready to avenge: Stage the old sentiment, Trap the love victim, And, with all might and main, Thrust the indifference, the affront, Deep, very deep!