Sorrows

Even my heart cries,
and death has visited thy soul
now I realized; all that glitters
aren't  gold
dissapointied wrathful-ly!
You whom had broken my mind
it'd made of soft glass
very soon, splinters was everywhere
thou heart became bittered stain
of who's giveth, and I have consumed
loneliness given a grave thee titled owns
lied peacefully!
sorrow carved me a bed of sharpe bones
to see weary pillows slept my head
sheets grained with salts
I felt narrow bricks it'd shown my fate
stripes of pain waved and more waved
I am alone, so my heart cries,
and death has re-visited thy soul.