Oh how fools can pity me
For they can not know
Of into which sadness I flee
Of those dark shadows I go
If they dare, sought me out
They know not what they find
From the terror of midnights' shout
Buried forever within insanitys' mind
I will take to the grave my sorrow
Even in Death I am never free
Condemned to rot in somewhere hollow
Where the fools can pity me
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
Oh how fools can pity me
For they can not know
Of into which sadness I flee
Of those dark shadows I go
If they dare, sought me out
They know not what they find
From the terror of midnights' shout
Buried forever within insanitys' mind
I will take to the grave my sorrow
Even in Death I am never free
Condemned to rot in somewhere hollow
Where the fools can pity me
Copyright Chris Smith 2014
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