• Amaranth of sorrow, no greater a fiend than thee
    From your wrath no joy within myself I see
    Amaranth of agony that hides within my empty shell
    Every day a misery, a hidden wound from the blade of hell
    Amaranth of trust, why do you hate me so?
    Is this my heartborne friend or ever hated foe?
    Amaranth of faith I pity thee the most
    For never of a true desire can I plead nor boast
    Amaranth of evil, oh I dread thee of them all
    Beneath my skin anger boils, bides, and crawls.
    Amaranth of destruction, no mercy in you path
    for in my wake I leave an anguished wrath.
    Amaranth of emptiness, my second best of pain
    Never can a whole or purpose will I ever gain.
    And last of all the worst, of all my misery I own
    An emotion never recognized..amaranth unknown.