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by xLongxXxLostx Nov 10, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Mother of Night, Hear my plea. Let me become, one with thee. God has shunned me, thrown me down. No longer one in the sky, but tied to the ground. Broken spirit, broken wings, Long lost hope, as well as dreams. Out of the sun, run down flight, on the ground, in eternal night. "Bloodstained robes, halo burned, into the drakness, child, one last turn... One more chance, bewares the light, Time to become, a Child of Night..."