The moon shattered,
And darkness broke free,
Creeping ‘round corners,
Looking for me.
Misery loves company,
So put on the tea,
Stir in some cyanide,
And bring it to me.
Oh! How precious,
How sweet is the taste,
A cup of melancholy,
Drunken with haste.
Slowly falling—falling asleep,
Just another soul to keep.
