Paint It Black
With the moon beaming it's light,
Down upon the people,
Trying to find its way through the dense fog,
With a Tyndall effect through the long December night.
Hiding in the woods he stood,
Gazing at the starry night,
Trying hard to focus his mind,
On looking for a way out.
As the night grows darker,
The time starts ticking slowly,
Slowly staggering through the riverside edge,
Dragging his body in search for his soul.
Being cut out from the world had been a plan,
Yet something had offset it,
As she enters the woods again,
The long lost soul inside him seems to fight back.
Long since he had left his own personal hell,
Trying to find that glimmer of hope,
Struggling to find a path that would grant him his redemption,
Down upon the people,
Trying to find its way through the dense fog,
With a Tyndall effect through the long December night.
Hiding in the woods he stood,
Gazing at the starry night,
Trying hard to focus his mind,
On looking for a way out.
As the night grows darker,
The time starts ticking slowly,
Slowly staggering through the riverside edge,
Dragging his body in search for his soul.
Being cut out from the world had been a plan,
Yet something had offset it,
As she enters the woods again,
The long lost soul inside him seems to fight back.
Long since he had left his own personal hell,
Trying to find that glimmer of hope,
Struggling to find a path that would grant him his redemption,
Finally he saw a way out.
With the mutilated cadaver that he roamed around with,
Being thrown into the Mystic river,
His eyes meets the evil
That he was searching forever.
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