Let’s cry over lones to feel their pain,
May you be pleased of their gains,
Nothing you say rest in those torments,
Nothing will become the monster as me,
Deathra! What sins we committed,
You are cursed to take lives,
I am cursed to write everything.
Dance the nights,
We are alive for a day to see,
When we feel. Just feel!
Know the words, you write,
On those swings of minds,
Where nothingness resides.