My Debt

by Nightmare Fiend   Nov 2, 2007


Grasp of death, fill me with the cold,
inside me, something crying,
pretty thing, torn wings, wounds deep,
what keeps me alive, tears of love, tears of sorrow...

I am told, no more will I grow old,
inside me, something dying,
In my heart, wounded, angel weep,
in my death, for dying angel, I owe...

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