How long must I wait for my finale demise
Forever cold with sorrow filled eyes
Run into darkness my only reprieve
Torment in light is all I recieve
Bled of all life, alone and cold
A heart no longer beating, spirit sold
Drained of all will to live or to die
No longer searching for reasons why
Numb to the core, time stands still
In my mind it always will
Veins unwhole, blood on the floor
Heaven's angels beat on the door
Light floods through an empty room
Shadows echo my very doom
Screams of denile fill the air,
But those around don't seem to care
Gentle beems taunt and tease
Curing me of my disease
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