Shadows encapsulate my soul
Seasons pass and tear drops fall
To the sins I lived to made
To the blades, pushed, pours the scarlet red
Looking back at the days of glory
Here's the day to make me pay
Penance I seek in this hour and I'm ready
For the scythe of the reaper to take my last gasp away
If I pray would the light not fail me?
Would the wings come save me?
But the time is nearing for my ending
I asked once more does life have meaning?
And as I fall my last sight to see
What does the other side hold for me. . .
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
Shadows encapsulate my soul
Seasons pass and tear drops fall
To the sins I lived to made
To the blades, pushed, pours the scarlet red
Looking back at the days of glory
Here's the day to make me pay
Penance I seek in this hour and I'm ready
For the scythe of the reaper to take my last gasp away
If I pray would the light not fail me?
Would the wings come save me?
But the time is nearing for my ending
I asked once more does life have meaning?
And as I fall my last sight to see
What does the other side hold for me. . .
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