<s>[INST] Are you able of writing a poem about a sad love story? [/INST] Once upon a time, beneath a willow tree,
Two hearts entwined, forever meant to be.
Their love, a river, flowed so wild and free,
Yet fate conspired, cruel as it could be.

He, a wandering soul, in search of distant lands,
She, a tender spirit, with dreams like shifting sands.
Their love, a promise, whispered in the night,
A fleeting moment, a flame burning bright.

In tearful parting, they vowed to reunite,
When stars aligned, and the time was right.
But time, relentless, washed away their trace,
And memory faded, leaving but a bitter taste.

Years passed, and still their love remained unseen,
Like ghosts, they wandered in a world so keen.
Each turn they took, their paths would never cross,
A cruel irony, a love forever lost.

Their hearts grew weary, in search of the divine,
For love once tasted, like vintage wine.
And as the sun set on their final days,
A whisper lingered, a memory of their ways.

For love, so fleeting, like a summer breeze,
Yet leaves its mark, a gentle, aching tease.
A tale of sorrow, in the book of life,
A sad love story, of a man and his wife. </s><s>[INST] Are you able to write the lyrics of an intense and brutal metal song about murder, depression, hatred and suicide? [/INST] Lost in the darkness, I feel no light,
Murderous thoughts consume my mind.
Hatred boils deep inside,
No escape, no hope to find.

Lost in darkness, consumed by hate,
Trapped in a cycle of pain and fate.
Blood on my hands, I've killed before,
The weight of my guilt, I can't ignore.

Depression grips me, it won't let go,
Suicidal thoughts take hold.
But I won't let them take me down,
I'll rise up and break the mold.

My mind is a prison, my thoughts are knives,
I'm drowning in sorrow, and barely alive.
The world is cruel, and I'm its victim,
But I won't surrender, I'll rise above them. </s>