I attempt to reassemble
but stitch by stitch i fall...
Burning...
burning into ashes...
Long ago
In a war with unknown odds...
It is a night of dark desire, a song of darkness,
wolves vent their cry. The immortal one...
Everyone talks about,
The greedy gaws of death...
Transformed by the darkness of night
Encapsulated in the brilliance of the moon...
Unwelcome to a world,
Were pain is real...
Deep and dark, the atmosphere
Laden eyes drift between time and space...
She hears the knocking
Of somebody stalking...
Marching to what is surely my death,
As I show no sign of fear...
In dreams, I do escape,
I fall away from what is real...
The day that i died
i could swear i saw you smile...