Sometimes i expect a reply.. A reply from the dead..
i've waited too long..
waiting.. still waiting.. maybe.. maybe someday soon..
Its light Dim.. and extinguised in a gust..
A squirming flame now no more..
and once again.. it sears at my flesh..
and scratches at my sinew.. but its okay..
Unto me any bodily harm there of
and the river of blood overflow..
let the devil himself within awaken..
And Once again.. Never again.. i let you die..
Fallen to the ground and body runs cold..
A stigma engraved in my consiousness..
Why did you leave me..
A stranger so close.. and a stranger in me..