Silent Light, by ŦBaethan Dawn♂ |
Brightness Lifts my soul From the depths of hell, But it will never reach Heaven. Breathe, And I see no more. Sigh And I speak no more. Laugh, And I cry no more. All lost for the other. Death of thought, Death of heart, Death of sorrow. All are similar, Make a decision. Which would I rather lose? |
Posted: 2008-02-04 03:24:06 UTC |
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