Darkwell

The Beginning
My mind between day and night Good and evil like two sides Of a coin made of madness Sometimes dark sometimes bright Innocence and guilt only shades of game I cannot win Lust and despise only pattern no one to blame My mind as gloom as a cave As dark as a grave Strength and weakness only schemes Not to care, killed myself long time ago No one for the guilt to share The end of the game now it is quite near I confess the guilt I`m afraid I cannot bear Death the only border left to cross to escape my fate How many slaughter will there pave the way to this gate From Letras Mania