Down into the pits of hellish pain
We find our spirits falling...
The moon was sat tight
After Dusk’s light...
Gather ye lilies, Spring daffodils
Tie them up all in a spray...
Flying through my wall
Jamming up my personal space...
I think life is the expression of truth .
This we find out in our youth...
Here I stand, burdened with remorse,
Each word I write, another solemn promise...
Never let the demon |
I could say I was hurt, but it wouldn't be true. However this knife in my back reminds me of you. |
I lay seeped in darkness, yet I still reach for the stars. |