night, by eleanor maslen
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the night is dark and empty,
full of pain and loss
Full of dreams and nightmares,
tears are its only cost
I wish that i was gone,
and that god new my name,
and that my hidden life,
gave me no more pain
Memories do not comfort me,
they make me run and hide
to the devils music dance,
for his law we must abide.
Sing the song of the angels,
there eyes dark with sin
for the devil knows there secrets,
and the pain they hide within
run now child do not look back,
never slow your feet,
for the devil has is eye on you,
at death you both shall meet.
No one can save you now,
your damned into this hell
the only hope you have,
is for your secrets that you tell
he wont slow his haunt,
for them or you too
because hell is your home,
Life is just to good for you
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Posted: 2011-10-12 09:41:13 UTC |
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