Afterlife Part IV Of Mice an' Men

The fog is dense as I turn around
I am running as fast as I can
it feels like a giant shakes the ground
See the regret marked in the sand

I perish in vanity
Fade away in poverty
Smashed by gravity
Fueled by insanity

I know this is complete suicide
but to the laws of love I must abide
I need her love to rejoice
in the end, is there even a choice?

Alone in the house
where the scissors cross
silent as a mouse
I slowly turn to frost

`The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men
Gang aft agley
Left nought but grief an' pain
For promisd joy`-Robert Burns