Nephilim
Leaning over, gasping for air on earth.
Breathing like smoke, billowing from a train.
Ripped from the ground, I found my new birth.
Locked in that box, I was going insane.
Yea, those in the darkness can never rest.
Committed to be a wandering soul;
the strain has me heaving deep in my chest.
How long was I buried, there in that hole?
Sentenced to wear these black wings that don’t fly
Immortal torment, for eternity,
and try as I may, I can’t even cry.
Ascension to heaven was not for me.
God has condemned me to dwell on this earth.
Tormented specter, condemned since her birth.










and much love~ Desire~*~







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