Is no ordinary cloud. Yet it mirrors the wrath of sorrow to this lonely aching heart, It covers the light of sun and filled the darkness to a curse land. A lang which i stand where happiness was gone, Of which i recall where was it begun.
That the whipping of this vanquishing pain has cost me a thousand dime, For Mr. Walker with a label of black has consumed me every night. Like a shape-shifter that struggles as moonlight shines, As a vampire that slowly dies from a sunshine.
Sadness had reign the night, With the evelish tongue that broke the greatest knights. The burning pain has eaten me alive, Since the minute that your LOVE was expired.