Sorrow always had ink and paper
She bleeds to soak the paper
Carefully caligraphed
Another masterpiece

Sorrow walks into manholes
She fears never of consequences
Knowing well
She was immortal

Sorrow wants a bigger plate
She demands for everlasting joy
With faith
She leaps blindly

Sorrow chokes on disparated roads
She has love and passion divided
Seems impossible
For her to have it all

Sorrow digs a hole in kardia
She shoves emotions and insecurities
Conpactly closed
Sinking into center of earth.