Feb 6, 2011


Whispers from the realm of the dead

The ride to hell, a whole different story

The nightmares rise and fall,

One is bound to haunt your mind forever

One whisper crawls beneath your skin

The reaper always closing in,

The time to answer for all sins,

The way you lose your mind in darkness…

The smile of the fallen, always reminding,

Of simple pleasures, and guilty thoughts,

Chronicles of delusion, are written in your name,

Forever knowing your deep dark guilt.

To be born, or to die, alone, you see

The curse inflicted upon mankind,

Simple rays of light that warm nothing,

The sun of winter forever leaves me cold…

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