May 14, 2011
Star at me with rusted eyes
Falling threw a world of lies
Fate is knocking at your door
Your last song you sing once more

Darkened forests tower down
All the crosses long burnt down
Blood filled streams flow along
Hear the wicked angel’s call

All of this is ruined now
Broken down from years on clouds ,
Heavy from a blackened heart,
the dungeons finally fell apart.

Now I walk the haunted paths,
Hear the screaming, shrieking laughs,
tortured in this hallowed place,
spirits re-live their death with grace

Vicious cycles of our life
Living every day and night
The demon stalks us as we sleep
Waiting for the day we weep

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miracle_of_hope said...
Aug. 1, 2011 at 7:00 pm
haunted is a good name becouse the topic is haunting 
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