I'll come to you with the summer rain

Ease the thirst, carve you pain

then evade you, and dissuade your yearn

Vanish into the fading night

Then when you shall seek me

I will refute your claims of love

At best torment, At worst adorn your laments

wear it as my crown, mock you in my court

You are but a jester, are you not!

for you seek to amuse me, make me joyous

Then such shall be your bidding

Shall shall be your binder

Invoke my craving, curdle in woe

Show me you cannot carry anymore

Then let me reach out, touch you again

Stab your soul, bathe in your seething pain