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I sit in a room with paralyzing silents
with the moonless dark comforting me
I sit with emptyness and lonlyness
I call out, no one answers, no cares
I wait for sorrow to come to take me prisoner
I wait for grey clouds to cloud my mind
I wait for death to take my soul
as i wait for sorrow to take me prisoner
I look through out a painless window
children play innocently
couples enjoying life as they know it
for one second i wish i could have a life like them
their life wasn't for me
happiness is not in my destiny
sorrow creeping up the stairs
I did not phased nor amused
I wait for sorrow in paralyzing silents looking out the painless window
I cry for the life of happiness as they know it
I cry for the people who don't know happiness will die
sorrow walks through the door with an aroma of lonely hell
dressed in raggy and ripped clothes he stood
hair look like a dusty black with clear see through grey eyes
skin pale as winter touch
"Its time to be touch death, my minoun"
with the moonless dark comforting me
I wasn't afraid nor distrubed for as this is my faith
I shook my head yes with no hesitation
sorrow touches my skin
my soul turns into dust
my heart turns into ashes
my feelings disinitgrates
for one second i felt hope
knowing im not the one it flew right through me
my skin turns pale
my eyes stripped from my sockets
I drop to my knees as my body becomes nothing
I cry blood for the sanity
sorrow whispher deathly in my ear
"Stand up and you shall walk with me in death, my minuon"
I stood knowing this is my faith
knowing i will walk in death for as i am the daughter of death
knowing i will walk hand in hand with sorrow
I follow in sorrow prescences
disappearing into the bitter mist
I say farewell to life and its hope, enjoyment, complishments and its loves
we walk habd in hand as death welcome us with open arms
hell delighted to see one of his own
sorrow exicited to bring me to his domain
soon hell will be my life, death will be my heart and sorrow will be my everything
I except my faith like people except their mornden life
I am reborn into a life i was destin to be
I am re-maned to fit the new world i follow in
sorrow becomes my lover, and blood becomes our hearts
hand in hand we will walk through hell and life bring mornden souls to our domain for as they belong
I am now and for ever will be a princess of death
but for ever know as the minoun that came back home