Dec 22, 2004 16:13
DeathAngel's Cry
In days to come like days gone by,
No help from angels as I die.
My lifeforce fades, but still I roam.
I search the world but find no home.
With colors gone, my world is grey.
My hope has left. I've lost my way.
The days are long, the nights are cold
When no one's here for me to hold.
No will to live, no strength to fight.
I only lose what feels so right.
So, peering from behind my mask,
I have two questions I must ask,
"Am I condemned to always ache?
How many times can one heart break?"
Before you now I stand in pain.
No life to live, I die again.