The mighty winds and the deep blue sky

Don’t do any good, for my will to die.

My shallow grave adorned with roses red,

Whose thorns can prick, blood be shed.

    Thinking of death is nigh the only escape foe me.

Darker the skies now, pours out the rain,

Watch them wash out the old blood stain,

Sepulchres, these decaying tombs

Where all ends the product of a mother’s womb.

      What will you do if you’re dealing with death, like me?

My life is short and I know so well,

That soon I will be leaving this useless shell.

This God-crazed world, I am sick of it,

Don’t you tell me I am wrong, what do you know?

I am in pain more than you’ll ever know

I am weak to defend the one I love most.

I have lost all the things I held dear in my heart

And worst of all I am dying inside.

Why must I ever be a mere mortal man,

Unable to undo my mistakes?

B1tch is the fate that first turned me down

God knows I am dying inside…