cold and dark,
fear and hate,
everyone's gone,
it's too late
the ones i loved,
the ones i cherished,
the ones i heed,
they all have perished
nowhere to go,
nowhere to hide,
darkness come forth
and take me inside
so i might as well be
wiped from the face of the earth,
seemed like i never existed,
like i never had birth
let darkness come
and take me away,
destroying light
and killing day
so just pretend,
my presence never begun for you to see,
time's scar at hand,
forget me
lost in darkness but never forgotten, time's scar lives on. The Count cannot give up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is deep covers one of the holes in my heart