Cutting through the dark

Cutting through the dark


It's a cold, it's a dark which dwell in my shivering heart


My fears make me chasing through the losses I bear,


All these pieces which are falling apart.


I grieve in my perplexed despair


My fear keeps taking more from me


To my enemies glee


For them it's never enough, and now I must flee.


Missing grounds beneath my burning feet


There's no friend, no bird, no flower left for which I'm in need


All I've got is from what the human's dignity must retreat


And Devil will cherish this fear inside me until the seed


Of damned belief corrupts my damaged soul


And thus my death proceeds to cease misfortunes blow.


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