The blue sky condemns the pitch-black sadness of isolation and regret,
No salvation can save me from my madness,
No happiness can take me from my sadness.
When the water rides the sea, none is felt but grief.
Lest the bird cannot swim the ocean as he desires,
Only Death can avail to his desires.
Demons deserve no retribution,
As one rotten is not privileged his wish,
In death he is greeted with empty bliss.