"Call It Sorrow"
My Demons still exist,
They employ the worst;
The question I insist,
Who will destroy me first?
All my Demons that awake,
Fill poison in my veins;
If my soul these Demons take,
Alone I die in vain.
So take this rose and call it sorrow,
Still it's a rose by any other name;
Watch it bloom and by tomorrow,
It's turning red but still it wilts the same.
Call It Sorrow
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