• Love? What good is it, it's trapping a soul that will never leave it.
    A soul of heart that burns within, can kill the largest of the ten.
    Though death does not have a great hope for that, instead of it it was just a destined path.

    Love? What hope can it bring, when the only thing that can hold you is your soul.
    A mind full of undestined hope, lost in a dark and endless road. Reaching for only one thing, a blood full of death.

    Love? What can that bring? What can that? What can it show to bring me into a life that I will never know?
    But soon, I suppose that my heart will never show, for I will never love for an enternity of all that lies.