I never cry, Never show anger, passion,
But under the rock that is my body,
The Cocytus abides,
Rushing through ever corner of my soul,
Only visible to those who care to look.
Do you see?
Can you feel the pain,
Do you know the depths
Of the River of Lamentation?
No. You care only for yourself,
You greedy scoundrel.
You see in only shades of green.
Pain has never come your way.
All I ever do,
Is because of my pain.
Because of my deep,