• bittersweet was my love, alas not anymore
    my heart was like an empty grave, till this girl, fell upon it,
    all my heart was, was a wandering soul,
    angry at the nothingness upon that of what it trodden,
    through its rage and lonely hatred, it destroyed everthing it made,
    but alas!!! no more, for the wandering soul has been tamed,
    all by one, and only girl, to always, fill my empty hole.