Doomed Dark Years


The dark flower through the walls of sorrow
Where a man behind his bars,
Has never tasted the touch of rain
His innocent soul cries
For his ferocious face
All nature's beauty was locked outside
Of his brazen cell where
The forest's clouds couldn't come

You can see what the night bird can see,
You can hear the wrath of the winds,
But the dust of your cold cell
Have closed up all, even your dreams
You only travel your thoughts to the unknown
And wish death to visit you
Oh! Death listen to my voice
I beg you
Join me







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