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