You don't cry

You don’t cry Doesn’t, I know, if yes, then it is just a dramatic comedy only. Feed your cruel soul, gurgle your dark blood in your heart. Your being grows fat in a suffering fool This guy loved your dove, she was in disguise, well I was wrong. I drink the dark clotted blood of my mistake – cursed price. My blood is dry, a vulture eats my corpse Don’t cry Just fly I was your victim. You were my reaper Waiting for you my angel