Holding on and saying I am free.
Free from what, how can I say this.
When I feel like my blood is nothing but something thee can survive on.
Only now can I see the light as he hold me with care.
It feels wonderful knowing that he can live as my soul has weaked to the state of confusion and pain.
Pain has no meaning but it is just a word with many mysteries.
Confused on not knowing who I am as I lay there in nothing but darkness.
Thinking do I truely want to know my past, my life, my heart and soul.
Bless it be to those who see, hear, and dream. Bless it be.
For I want to and know that I can survive as my blood is no more.
Bless it be my Prince of Darkness, to thee I love.
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