zalamans - Post a comment

I am losing moonlight,
I am missing moonlight,
I pray for redemtion,
But I am loosing the light,
I am losing the view,
The daemons, rise up,
They rise like a fire,
They rise like a sins,
They give me a pleasure,
They make me smile badly.

My eyes have became dark,
My angels have given up on me,
So I pray for redemtion,
I will redeem it with my scars,
But pleaqse God not with broken heart.