UntitledI try but the tears do not go More like crimson streams do they flowUntitled
Upon the cheek do they fall To the lips from which I call
The darkness I do wear Is from a vale in which I tear
The memories that I feel Are from a place that is not real
A place where darkness grows And crimson skies is what one knows
From my chamber do these leak Like the tears upon thy cheak
As my hunger starts to grow To my lips they will flow
As my screams call to feed My bloody lips fill this need
Suns wakeDarkness nears, when I awake. Forgotten tears, lost in time. Centuries I have indured, indured with sorrow. It is a curse, seen as a gift. A gift given, not wanting. The thousands I've killed, still haunting.Suns wake
As I glance above, at the stars. I take my last look, at past scars. I realize my life, has no meaning. The lust for blood, the eternal life. I damn it all, and all its strife. Dawn is near, as I awate. My final breath, at suns wake.
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