The shadow in my room,
never assumes,
the cause Ive done,
as its was gone.
the soul of it burns in flames,
when it heres my prayer's,
and my tears of blood sheds,
as I'm lonely,
it grows coldly,
for i have nothing,
but my lonely,
to stare at it slowly,
its me crying,
as the soul inside is dieing,
my soul aches down to the ground,
in its bound.
to the shadowy grave,
i lay upon my resting place,
an slowly leave in a pace,
where i didn't want to stay,
to get away from my loved ones,
to now think i hate.
stress comes on,when it goes on in life below,
the cell and resting place,
of his hideous cell,
to the gates of hell.
