Even foul winds cannot carry my sorrow.

It is a weight that sinks to the bottom of the sea,
It is tears of salt and tears of blood,
Entwined like a serpent,
With a sanguine heart.

Often my heart beats,
Like the thunderous footsteps of an army,
All grimace and beared teeth,
Yet my fears deceive,
Even myself to the end,
As a sword plunged into my chest,
So must it be,
For i have no freind.

Let the darkness consume me,
For in that digestion,
I will find the freedom that eagles serve,
And that many men,
Without rhyme or reason,
Have invested thus,
In oblivion.

Oh let the tears come,
And the heart undone,
This noble suffering,
This harmony of grief,
That fetches forth the dawn.

bravo, once again!

nice

Thanks guys.