Lost passions burned my heart everyday
This firestorm will strike me for seasons to come
Burning to ashes every last straw of pity
As the moon rise,
I'll take a mother from her child
I'll take a groom from his bride
This night, the world and my grief unites
And the blood keeps dripping off my paws to this moment
Burying a piece of my sorrows with each victim
Witnessing this everlasting tragedy in my sleepless nights
2006-10-25
13:20:06
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