Shadows drift upon the old groaning ship.
the whispering wind whips...
Quiet
Steal Air...
There's darkness all around me,
I feel cold and bare...
Ashes of the wilting flower and i
we share a connection in our eyes...
I am the wicked
the misleading truth...
The trees whisper in my ears
telling me secrets that no one else hears...
Our future seemed so bright
But then it turned evil right in front our eyes...
I am the dead soul that carries the living soul,
where love brings pain instead of joy...
Masks and scary faces, hiding in dark places
Dressed in death, it drapes their skin...
The reaper dances with our souls
The fire burns the frozen coals...
Red rose paint on my finger tips
And my cheeks lightly blushed...
Watch me as I slowly
fall into night's shimmering light...