Pain

Feeding the anger of the ravening soul Is the sin of the fairy tale I belong. In a world of darkness and decay The liar was sent down to hell. How to see the feeling in depth If the candle was extinguished as the word ended? That’s the shame of my land Where the crow curses with its songs my path. The grim is ready to taste Tears of sorrows streaming without faith. Did her heart blind mine? Because the feather begs for ink to write.