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- - - BORN TO DIE AGAIN - - -
The coalescing darkness
Dawns on a new day
Riding on the northern winds
With the promise of the grave
A luxury I cannot afford
Much less than I deserve
An eternal sleep I've waited for
Empty of grief and hurt
I was born to die again
Master of the suffering arts
Bleed my pain unto you
Pound the drums of this stillborn heart
The cold tomb beckons me
Lost love becomes death
Red tears pour from her portrait
Bide my time with bitter breath
From below, watch the flight of ravens
They seem to call my name
Swan songs echoing from her Haven
Love and Hell's all the same
I was born to die again
Master of the suffering arts
Bleed my pain unto you
Pound the drums of this Hellbound heart
Once I lived for you
Now, I cannot die
My heart has grown
Black for all time
Spectre, I walk this cemetery
Looking for her tombstone
I spy my own etched with misery
Still a long walk to home
The coalescing darkness
Dawns on a new day
Riding on the northern winds
With the promise of the grave
I was born to die again
Master of the suffering arts
Bleed my pain unto you
Still the drums of this withered heart
(c) 2016 Frank Green
Published 1st Sep 2016
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1st Sep 2016 8:32am
"Spectre, I walk this cemetery
Looking for her tombstone
I spy my own etched with misery
Still a long walk to home"
Darkest Lord you are a true Master..
love Crim
Looking for her tombstone
I spy my own etched with misery
Still a long walk to home"
Darkest Lord you are a true Master..
love Crim
1st Sep 2016 12:28pm
