The good tends to fly away…
As sorrow enters without
permission…
And evil starts its engine to
begin its mercenary mission…
Mirrors shattered, doors of
mercy slammed…
Being chased by the shadows of
dark…
Preparing to fight back with
your imaginary arch…
But as you do, all the arrows
become aimed to your heart…
When you become haunted by the
you…
When you look at the mirror to
find no reflection…
Just me facing this all alone…
But not to mind my soul…
No longer will you be alone…
These words coming not from
me!!!
Approaching closer and closer
to my unexpected destiny…
Following the voice to see the
source…
The voice: Come… Come… Don’t
be afraid…
Hypnotized walking without the
will…
Seeing the glare of the
hellish grave…
To collapse down as the hero
in my act of death…
S.R