A Midnights Symphony
Condemned to a life unspoken, these chains still unbroken.
Shadows draw back in fear,why am I still here?
A past of cruel intentions, a terrible nightmares renditions.
Suffering, pain, agony, all of which I write in a midnights symphony.
Souls burn with feeling, why must life keep stealing?
Death, anguish, malice, I shall raise this chalice.
Hatred for you I now feel, yes this is real.
Your pleasure is my pain, upon this broken heart a black stain.
The night is my power, the time is in fact the hour.
We draw a star to heal a scar, now your opinions are too far.
Now I end this composition, with a dark proposition, for my symphony of the night
Shadows draw back in fear,why am I still here?
A past of cruel intentions, a terrible nightmares renditions.
Suffering, pain, agony, all of which I write in a midnights symphony.
Souls burn with feeling, why must life keep stealing?
Death, anguish, malice, I shall raise this chalice.
Hatred for you I now feel, yes this is real.
Your pleasure is my pain, upon this broken heart a black stain.
The night is my power, the time is in fact the hour.
We draw a star to heal a scar, now your opinions are too far.
Now I end this composition, with a dark proposition, for my symphony of the night
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