Near dark

by Jakub   May 28, 2008


Near the light... near the end...

My beloved father and sister
It's your bastard writing
Don't wait for me any longer
I've made the decision

I've found new familly
they accepted me
Her heart beloved
But her cold lips repulse

Soon i'll go again
To fight war of my conscience
And the blood of sleeping will boil
In the time near dark

Forgive me or kill me
Because it's my destiny
To escape through eons of time
Still misunderstood
Still damned...

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