Sarrow fills the soul
Hurt fills the heart
Hate is what others feel
Pain something to try and take away
Anguish what comes with pain
Confusion is the mind
Blood what flows true
Rage is what builds up
Fighting what comes of rage
Kill what people dream but seldom do
Knife the point you feel
Sword to take away the mind
Tears what always comes
Die to live again
Love what brings it all
