10 November 2012
A stain on your name That won't rub off Like Lady Macbeth I can only scoff
A wounded soul A damaged man Nothing is too low Or underhand
Chinese whispers Float round the room The rumour mill Is your perfume
Scandal Who when why what Hidden deep Within your plot
A tarnished soul That can not rest Judgement day Will will be your test
tarnished • Opuss № I