Sorrow.
Thinking of nothing else but this. Profess my still existent life.
All will be rid of.
I watch my wrists as blood pours out. You see my body on the ground. You're impart to my heart and I taste the blood that poured from the wrists of angels.
All will be rid of and you depict all my heart so I taste your tears of life. Where can i escape from always shot down. This sorrow drains away. Proliferate my tears - all is gone and will be rid of.
Sorrow