How a bitter wine a sister
of a my life table serve
bowl full a airy dreams
about love without a pain...
The first sister,a dark Treason
wield a bowl,i have no reason
she pour a wine in my mouth
oohh,how bitter..i want cry.
My tears scrape a gray Sadness
i lose my mind felling madness
a poison wine molest my body
i am alone...here is nobody.
Nobody will take my hand
show me my life,show me a way
only empty bowl without a head
is telling me...you must be Dead.
Dedicated my amazing friend.
