Mónos.

Mocked at; Life has bid me adieu,

Trampling the buds in my garden;

Freshly bloomed, they couldn't breathe anew,

All left behind, I am but a burden.

Lost in some tale, my conscience left me,

What is the whole story, knows nobody.

I became someone's, at least it could be,

Unaware of whether it's forever or a parody.

Pearls of tears spilling as I am
Meeting my quietus shall be redemption.

Farewell to the dreams, probably a sham,

Wait no more! Seize your exemption.