O Woe

O woe! The sky is thin, listless. O woe! The stars are withered, extinguished. O woe! The winds are still, dead. O woe! The world is inhabited by graves. O woe! Today, words have turned to stone. O woe! Again and again, my heart swells, bursts, melts. O woe! Do not ever become like me. O woe! The waters of love are poisonous, O woe! The road is long and harsh, O woe! And ankle deep in thorns. O woe! Here, you are robbed of everything . O woe! Even death is not for you. O woe! Today, the songs of love are bitter. O woe! But sweet is this poison, sweet.