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.
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