Tell me i am dead dont tell i am alife, for sorrow crawls out of my heart, every chance it gets

"RED THORNS BLACK ROSES,FALLEN PETALS, WINTER IS HERE THE SEASON OF LOST LOVE, THE SEASON OF MY DEATH, SO NOW I SCREAM OUT LOUD, WHERE DID MY SOUL BEGIN"

I am no more than a soul trapped in a useless body

If im no more than wind what does that make me

Let the pain lead to my distruction

The artist paints the world in many different colors
It is he whom choses to paint the world white violet black and red
the colors of birth life death and hell