in this box made of glass
I sit and wait to be freed
life is short but yet sweet
bite and show my blood
i need food!
Sitting here with nothing more to say
I come alone with nothing left to give
I seek the wisdom passed down by my elders
Forever night forever dark this soul shall never pass
To keep a heart so fragile in hand
Yet i shed a candle light upon this heart
Lost souls come to thee
I pray that our time has come
for in these last moments
you seek a new soul
to mate inside a broken heart
Give it peace or give it war
this heart thirst for blood always more
within a darkend heart comes a blackend man
for hince i came within my dark heart
J mornelithe 2009
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