In the arms of sorrow

Feeling despair, I can only write...

Feeling ashamed of my own feelings
my inner thoughts of despair,
I kept on thinking that...this cannot be true
for it is not fair.

My tears kept on flowing,
like a cold, bloody river.
My love is kept in your fort
and you are the keeper.

This love is only thine Sorrow,
I can only imagine you embracing it.
Thus, I sent it to you in a golden kit.

Let me hope that I will get
another chance to live
for my recent death did not have to be.