Wrinkles On The Brow Are The Imprints

By Dying I Wanted To Maintain My Honor, And Hide A Flame So Black From The Daylight!

Sun, I Come To See You For The Last Time.

The Part I Remember Best Is The Beginning.

My Death, Taking The Light From My Eyes, Gives Back To The Day The Purity Which They Soiled.

It's No Longer A Warmth Hidden In My Veins: It's Venus Entire And Whole Fastening On Her Prey.