Fall not on deaf ears song of my sorrow. Filled of my pain that finds not tomorrow. Sad is my heart that cries acrid tears . Bitter the taste ,bitter my sorrow . I crossed the lake of desolation. I found not a better location to burn my soul. In a pool of drowned muse my mind a state of miss use. My beautiful rose and it`s ladder of thorns. Bleeds , my palm. Flesh torn. Broken are my wings. I can not fly. It doesn`t matter there isn`t anyplace to go.
