A dark world hears my cry,
a world of total fucking darkness that makes me wanna fly into a light of
rememberance; instead of seeing my death roll by.
Whispering sounds of death coming near, there are many who fear of the
bright light of which to eyes is not so clear.
A word of non-existing sound, a sound that makes my heart pound, it seems
like a toy whos self needs to be wound.
Dark, hungered, deprived souls, a great sense of happiness is one of their
many goals.
Let the simple truth be told,
this life to me seems not so bold,
I should have chosen a simple death; to my soul, theres nothing left.

 
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