The ward was arraigned with spats of blood.

The victim, castigate, and yet, part of us.

The thoughts in eyes as seen under a hood

Burned in my own eyes and in my blood!

Mark'll sink us.

A message mesmerized, on all English breath,

the crux pretty grasped, but mostly misunderstood.

Mark'll sink us.

I am desolate. I live the black and blue of the night.

Friend depression comes now and again once in a blue moon.

It points backwards thus:

Mark'll sink us.