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Midnight chimes ring out again
Beckoning the twisted nightmares to descend
Upon me and deep into my mind
To prey upon stray rays of hope left dying inside...
My Gothic heart cries to be set free
From darkness (my mistress), and her reverie
I yearn to feel pure rays upon my skin
To forget the brooding shadow brewing sin...
Somewhere I know you hold the key
The sacred prose, the words to set me free
Wolves cry unto the moon outside
Calling their brethren to take my life
Will you help bring about my demise
As they tear my flesh and feast on me tonight?
My Gothic heart cries to be released
Before darkness reaches out her hand to me
Will she take me deep into the night
To forget the love, the torch that burnt so bright?
Somewhere I know you hold the key
The sacred prose, the words to set me free
 _C-h-o-c-o-kitty_15 · Sat Apr 05, 2008 @ 08:18pm · 0 Comments |
