(About Beatrice in her POV)
Oh my solitude.
When will you kill him?
I'll pierce his flesh with the crown of thrones and make him bow down to the unreal god
I'll put him in the gates of hell with the devil himself and watch him weaken at the silver chains of unworthiness.
Oh my solitude.
When will you end my suffering of watching him come home drunk?
I clench my fists,
waiting for him to cry as I did.
Oh my solitude.
Release me from this disease.
Oh my solitude.
Why not give him a taste?
Oh my solitude.
What did I do to feel your depressed sins all over me?
Oh my solitude.
Make him cry instead of me
