Unseen sorrow, thine will fade,Engulfed, feel my suffering,Turn thou blind, cause of thy blade,The immense fire is slowing.No man can understand this,A heart of situations,Dire enough to know what is,Giving for more conclusions.This era should be gentle,Still doubts of which to pursue,Hear me out, don't be subtle,Of what expect I should do.Feelings encased in a glass,A hole where dark burrows in,Failure is described as loss,Hatred for myself therein.