Wednesday, May 11, 2016







                            Sing me a song, to warm my cold heart.
                                                                                                                                          
                         I have no soul, find it with your song of twilight, so I can be warm again.
                   
                       I have no emotion, please, return them with your voice so sweet.

                         Now I only want to kill, see death, so that I know I will never be alone.
                 
                    Melt the ice that has replaced my blood,

                  Wash away my hatred that has conquered my heart,

                               with your song of twilight,

                  I seek vengeance,

     I have it now,

     But I want so much more.

                       The blood of those innocents flowing from their dying bodies,

                      Reminds me of the crimson water

                I drowned in,

             Becoming the empty thing I am now.

                           
                       
             
                  

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