What is left? I have given my all. Compromised My self respect.Taken the fall. Nothing to except. Nothing more than memories to collect.
And as day turns to night, You can see them come out from everywhere. Hiding from the daylight. So pale you have to stare.Unconcerned with the troubles of the day. Night is their time of play.
Can you hear my heart crying out? Trying to return to what use to be. Yet no one hears or cares that I shout. No one cares how I plead. For I am of the night. The demon seed.
Nothing is as it appears, never is life that clear. We are only slaves to dispare only if we fear.Do you care? Do you laugh as I bleed? No I think not. No one crys for demon seed.
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-06-16 05:11:38
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