The faint blaze of the
candle of my life,
slowly dying like a fire in
a pouring rain.
No sparks of hope
inside,
no shooting stars on
my sky.
On broken wings, no
flying high...
Another night, another
demise,
Cadaverous wind
blowing cold as ice...
I'll let the wind blow out
the light
cause its gets more
painful every time I die.
Out of strength to
fight.
I cannot take another
night.
I cannot take it no
more.
Lust of light slips
through my fingers
like blood on my arms.
Black candle wax has
buried me...
Another night, another
demise,
Cadaverous wind
blowing cold as ice...
I'll let the wind blow out
the light
cause its gets more
painful every time I die
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