Title: Will no one see…?

Of hate of anger of cold pointing fingers
of bloody tears and hurtful swears

I cry as I die…

As dead as a black heart.
Only feels one thing only hears one sound…

Dripping blood of a black quality wishing only for a dark sanctuary…

I feel what you feel I see what no one is willing to see

Cold, Dead, Mourning, Alive...?
Is that all that's left...
left of me..?