I'm holding the moon
Because she saw me wander
For years in this Earth
Full of dead living people
That only wander in it's domain
And because the sun is my enemy
I gave him death bodies as a gift
Of my noble victims
That went out at night
Full of fear
When my fangs
Are in their nape
Everything is over
Just an echo
Just a dead person.
In this painful night
Life is missing its color
Between blood and its odor
That strangles my vain
At the burn of a candle
I hear that my thought sound
Like the wind dragging my sorrow
And with it my whole life passing
COMMENTS
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PrincesaScarlette
14:45 Jan 02 2010
Pretty pain
GOTHICDARKGOD
16:24 Feb 21 2010
De donde eres?
evilsmiles
23:55 Mar 27 2010
really write wonderfully.
RainWitch
14:32 Nov 25 2010
beautiful