Now I'm falling to the ground.
There's no save, no need to run,
In the rays of rising sun
All my life seems almost done.
There's no sunshine in my soul -
Used to be, but now it's gone,
I am running all alone
Desperately far from home.
Taste of magic, tides of sin -
Monstrous game - no chance to win,
Ancient churches let me in
shadows, I was born between
…………………………………
.....Ground seems so cold and wet -
Worst of beds I've ever had
Raven's wings above my head -
omens of the certain death.
© Copyright: Anessa Pierbonis, 2002
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© Copyright: Анастасия Коптева Вендетта, 2009
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