I close my eyes trying to warm up inside
But it is all done in vain
My soul dies within me
As darkness calls out my name
I stand before a shattered altar
And tears of anger burn my skin
I pray to a forgotten god
Hoping he will burn away my sin
Here I kneel wounded inside
Wishing to wash away my pain
To free myself of this hatred
And it’s dark ebony stain
Living a life built upon shattered dreams
Full of discontent as hope is taken by time's stream
Copyright 2004 nightshade
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