Chyld of darkness
Chyld of nyte
I come to you no matter the lyte.
I find myself searching for things I can not find.
Looking for things that are no longer there.
Emptyness sets in and I find that not fare
I hunger for the imortality of the nyte.
Searching wanting everything just ryte.
The energy drips down the ceiling and into my veins.
I am what you made me , that's all that remains.
I feel the blood as it runs down my face
so quietly , with hardly a trace.
Running my fingers threw it, careful not to miss a drop.
............ Yelling I dont ever want this to stop!!!!!!!
Dazed and confussed for what once was........
I am even stronger than before.
I am knocking at your door , wont you invite me in.
Show me how to make this stop and where to begin.
I was once a wytch , and thrived on everyones fear.
Now I am more., and I love it so dear.
Threefold they always say.....
To me its come what may.....
