Wish I be bound by darkness
To relish true potential of a man about
Morale-less, heartless, virtue-less
To know the evil in and out.
They say of evil
How despicable one's fiendish temperament
Not knowing a shattered heart on anvil
How soothing is darkness to a soul in lament.
So grievous is the soul
No warmth or love can heal it once again
Scar is the only thing that will grow
And cold be the sole comfort to this infernal pain.
Seeking of the comfort
To still feel the pain of loss
Means a heart is still there to be fought.
So come forth the darkness! ! Make me lost! !
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