Oh my creator
Why did you made me this way?
In the shadows of the night
You build me
from dirt and suffer.
I was pure
A soul without a purpose
A man on path.
But then, you left me,
With a broken soul
A heart made of stone.
You made me a mortal
With a strong desire
Of the sweet immortality.
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 5:24 PM UTC
Oh my creator
Why did you made me this way?
In the shadows of the night
You build me
from dirt and suffer.
I was pure
A soul without a purpose
A man on path.
But then, you left me,
With a broken soul
A heart made of stone.
You made me a mortal
With a strong desire
Of the sweet immortality.