I died a long ago,
why I'm still breathing I do not know.
my heart is filled with darkness,
coldness pumping through my veins,
I walk in world of silence,
no light, no warmth, no wishing well.
Once I could see this beauty,
now I see nothing for I am blind,
only deathly wishes,
floating trough my mind.
Twarlock (c) 2005
Time is the fire in which we burn.
©2002-2009 Twarlock
