There's a fire
that's burning my very soul
It scorches like hell.
There's a cold
that's freezing my heart
It bites with misery.
Madness growing on the inside
With fear shackles the light.
Darkness taking the lead,
controlling this black heart.
Evil is dominating
devouring my black soul.
Enduring with what's left
in my humanity.
*After every darkest night,
A very bright morning will rise.*
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 10:06 AM UTC
There's a fire
that's burning my very soul
It scorches like hell.
There's a cold
that's freezing my heart
It bites with misery.
Madness growing on the inside
With fear shackles the light.
Darkness taking the lead,
controlling this black heart.
Evil is dominating
devouring my black soul.
Enduring with what's left
in my humanity.
*After every darkest night,
A very bright morning will rise.*
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