I live throught my unimitated tragedy full of sinister sound of harpies songs give me at least one happy sunrise which I curse countless yet.
Thousands mourning march of my thoughts I send forth to your heart I love you, this words fly to you filthy yet, because she hearts them before
Huge load of affliction rest on my heart straing in hopeless through Labyrinth of her deadly pale soul
My tears wash this bankless pain from my face then they taste biterness of knowing break of beauty
My hope dash to pieaces as waterfall of tears full sorrow and vanish in emptiness of neverending sadness my love died to you fibres of thread of my life are rended I cry !