The writhing of the night
Can be heard from the past
To lay in the grave of the fallen
Never to be in lost disdain
Is the sea that sways to a rage
The seraph of a dying world
Dies again at the hand of desire
No breath so satisfying exists
To die without the pain of life
Now is gone are the days of new
Soft replies echo through the shadows
A kind of beast that lurks inside
Inside my mind for all to hear
Never to rely on the whispering dreams
Hiding away into the night
Take the journey of an infinite year
And notice the losing of desire
Nothing so desolate as the life
That holds sway the forevermore of love
Kissing the wind of caress
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Written September 21st, 2006
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Nice Man real nice Mic out.
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