I hold your fate in my grasp
I clutch onto it and I won't let it go
Your pain is my power
And I will hunt you at the darkest hour
Hear the screaming of the dead as they warn you of what will come
Let their shouts haunt your mind
As I take back what once was mine
Let the cold air press against your cheeks
Like knives of the finest bone
My chains will choke you
As your soul leaves your body
It will float away
And I will hunt it down
And when I find it
I will trap it
And make it my own.
Submitted: March 15, 2018
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Thankyou Charlotte! I did not notice that mistake so you have really helped me!Thanks....OK this is awkward.........
Thu, March 15th, 2018 6:11pmFacebook Comments
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Charlotte Ross
It sounds really good, only I'm not sure if you want to thunt or hunt it down?
Thu, March 15th, 2018 6:03pm