Penitent
Despair
A deadly suffering filled with pleasure. A necessity giving you the breath of life.
Behind the black mask... Beyond the night. In silent solitude one dwells in sadness.
Death smiles to me... laughs at me. A millennium of nights shall be mine. Desperate is the senselessness of time. An ocean of darkness. Unbearable is the pain of doom.
A wretched beast of remarkable dreariness. The feeling of being abandoned caught me.
A loneliness calmer than any emotion. The deadly silence. A suffering expressing the most exquisite beauty.
I felt lost... Almost desperate.
From Letras Mania