My soul sits in the corner,
staring at the mourner,
with murder in his eyes,
what a gruesome surprise,
for this person who mourns his life,
is responsible for his everlasting pain and strife,
who is this being torn and broken,
why it's his mother cold and always outspoken.
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The depths of the night
These are brief glimpses into the vast depths of the night.
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The whispers in the night taunt me.
The movements of the night daunt me.
But the creatures of the night... FEAR ME
I am The Silence Of The Night
The movements of the night daunt me.
But the creatures of the night... FEAR ME
I am The Silence Of The Night