Walking thru these lonely
corridors at night,
seeking some sense
and knowledge
to beam forth and
shine bright.
I look into your eyes
Mysticism at its best
If only we had a little longer
To rise and stand this test
This sentiment that burns deep within my bones
Leaving me voiceless
One among the drones
Tho they know, deep down, which vices are my kin.
Please help me ,dear Lord, to turn away from Sin.
So Dead do I turn to you amongst the flowers.
Please help me to turn and release myself from this prison.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 10:39 PM UTC
Walking thru these lonely
corridors at night,
seeking some sense
and knowledge
to beam forth and
shine bright.
I look into your eyes
Mysticism at its best
If only we had a little longer
To rise and stand this test
This sentiment that burns deep within my bones
Leaving me voiceless
One among the drones
Tho they know, deep down, which vices are my kin.
Please help me ,dear Lord, to turn away from Sin.
So Dead do I turn to you amongst the flowers.
Please help me to turn and release myself from this prison.
About a vampire at Hogwarts or the catacombs. Not sure yet.
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