Little King of Sorrows
A mundane distraction.
These empty walls of white.
Another empty day.
Another silent night.
Wish upon another star,
Pray with all my might.
Nothing ever changes.
Nothing's ever right.
Heaven come beseech me!
Shower me in light!
I've lost the will to care.
I've lost the will to fight.
Oh...to be so desperate.
Oh...to live in fright.
Tempted for that apple,
What a tragic little bite.
Save me from the darkness!
Free my soul for flight!
With everything I am I pray,
Amen with all my might.
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