The chasm, grows wider with each passing eve.
All things fall as in a black hole.
Troubled waters,run wild inside this tormented soul.
Oh how to have back the day wherin happiness came so easily, and pain was as but a dream.
Oh happy days, where have thou fled too, I pray let me find thee once again.
This dark hall hast become an eclipsed tomb.
I have been buried alive by this anguish.
Shall ther I rest and perish,or shalt I have life anew once more.
At this point, I know not what may be written in my book of destiny,all i ask is that whether peril, or pergatory await, please speed on your way.
Fore I cannot face this lonesome journey much longer on my own.
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