WHEN THE BLACK MOON RISES AGAIN ( REVISED )
I've grown very used to this cold empty heart
the darkness of night the sad lonely part
By day I sleep and embrace deaths dreams
no longer to feel the suns warming beams
And when light slowly fades and darkness appears
I open my eyes and embrace mortal fears
It wasn't my will to end up this way
my own bitter soul gave in that day
It wasn't his lust nor temptations pride
but the pain I was feeling deep down inside
Yet still I envy the warmth of their soul
while mine is still bitter still idle still cold
Beware of the darkness that hides in the night
his lure of desire his passionate bite
Trust your own heart bare with all your pain...
When the black moon rises again
ANGELLYNN
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