Damn me Father, for I must sin... Four centuries of this damned immortality Yet, I did not ask to be made. Why? I will never again feel your sun upon my face Or the comfort of a grave I am not alive and I am not dead This is Hell on earth How can I possibly explain this eternal youth? When I can do nothing, but sit by As my loves grow old and wither And with each of them, take a fragment of my heart And prolong this endless winder It is Octobers perpetual agony It is the shadow realm Father, please forgive him For he knows not what to do With every victim I pray for my own death And as much as I love the night I curse the moons eerie glow TIS BLOODLUST THAT DRAGS ME TO FOREVER The toxic rays of dawn that condemn me to limbo I am forced to dwell in grey Autumnal twilight I am suspended in dusk Father, please forgive him For he knows not what to do Father, please forgive him For he knows not what to do
Posted on: Mon, 25 Nov 2013 00:02:57 +0000
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