luni, 25 februarie 2013


The night just like a raven spreads its wings to catch me.
I run blind and crave so much to be free.
When Death whispers sweet little words to my ear
I start to wonder...what is fear?

A crow fly high above my head,
It moves its wings against the wind,tired and sad.
I stop to stare,I take a look around
But I'm all alone on barren ground.

Tears of struggle wash my worried face,
Searching for salvation,but I've lost the trace.
A veil of pain blinds my black watery eyes.
I deny the truth,hiding in lies...

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