You wouldn’t die of cravings, Shobo,
The places you visited calls your scars,
Don’t look, just wait, write the ballads.
She lured thousands of you, only your heart,
Yet, you roam in kingdoms of your ruins,
Deathra carved a patient soul of a monster.
The numb you seek, Shobo,
You’re walking in dark light again.
This moment, you are her,
Could you feel her pains?