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by LoneStar Apr 16, 2010 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I glance the moon above my grave rhythmically singing dark symphonies inside my head Tears falling like endless falls searching for safe haven In a realm of empty land i see him sitting in a black chair He gaze upon me eyes full of fury like wrapping me in violent chains He close his eyes and yet he still stares at me