62: Death

by Donavin   Dec 6, 2005


Not Even Death Can Help Me
When Something Should Happen
I Will Just Live On In Darkness
For My Worse Nightmare Is Being Trapped Away
Trapped In Darkness And For Ever Alone
But For Me That’s How It Has Been My Hole Life…
And I Shall Always Be Alone
In The Cold Dark Place
But When I Die I Shall Escape
Only Escape From The Hate Of Man Kind
And There Destruction
But Maybe Death Shall Help Me
Help In More Ways Then Any One Else Has Done For Me…

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