Armin
09-16-2011, 11:02 PM
Deep darkness in my spirit
Wailing death comes
From within not without
What has become of me
That I can't bleed anymore
What has become of me
That I can't breathe anymore
Deep darkness has touched my spirit
Corrupting what was never born
Into becoming that which should never be
I need to live in a world of magic.
All that I have is dust,
A reeking tomb stinking of death and decay,
The real world is infested with rats.
The future is ahead of me, shining brightly.
Even though I know the darkness is only a shadow passing overhead,
my soul is wilted in old age.
Tears descending from a silvery moon. Nocturnal bodies taste sweet ambrosia as madness takes one lonely man on a voyage through the oceans of anguishing discord. Not even shadows to comfort me until they see I am of use for their thirst for blood. A sacrifice forever to meet the desires of their heart.
Forever lost at sea. As I thirst for water to drink there is only blood keeping the vessel afloat. Where before the seas were merely made from my tears, now I am dry inside. My bones do not lie, but I am a corpse still lost. Cursed to never meet land again. I think I see something close.
What is it that I see other than another ship, devoid of life. There is no living ahead for me. No hope, I will never dream again without fear.
Wailing death comes
From within not without
What has become of me
That I can't bleed anymore
What has become of me
That I can't breathe anymore
Deep darkness has touched my spirit
Corrupting what was never born
Into becoming that which should never be
I need to live in a world of magic.
All that I have is dust,
A reeking tomb stinking of death and decay,
The real world is infested with rats.
The future is ahead of me, shining brightly.
Even though I know the darkness is only a shadow passing overhead,
my soul is wilted in old age.
Tears descending from a silvery moon. Nocturnal bodies taste sweet ambrosia as madness takes one lonely man on a voyage through the oceans of anguishing discord. Not even shadows to comfort me until they see I am of use for their thirst for blood. A sacrifice forever to meet the desires of their heart.
Forever lost at sea. As I thirst for water to drink there is only blood keeping the vessel afloat. Where before the seas were merely made from my tears, now I am dry inside. My bones do not lie, but I am a corpse still lost. Cursed to never meet land again. I think I see something close.
What is it that I see other than another ship, devoid of life. There is no living ahead for me. No hope, I will never dream again without fear.