The light may come back to me.

Than again I could see.

How and why I was what I used to be.

Wont get my hopes high.

Always a chance to die.

My tears fall up into the sky.

Happiness is a distant feeling.

My hearts been stealing.

My own soul i had been killing.

Returned from deeds done in the past.

Santanic demonic spells waiting to be cast.

Hoping they will never last.