• sorrow burns within her dieing soul
    yet the tears no longer fall
    so long accustomed to tyrany and pain
    no happyness or joy may break
    the endless suffering of her broken heart
    afrait to live afrait to love
    for she can bear none to know her pain
    once her etarnal darkness falls
    and the long awaited freedom has come
    the deeping sorrow shall finaly cease
    she wishes for the golden sun to set
    and dreads for it rise
    for her only sense of peace
    comes elaborately cloaked
    in the securaty of infinante darkness.