Literature
Longing
In the darkness of the night,
The moon beams with an eerie light.
In solitude, my voice is dead...
Leaving many things unsaid.
In this world, I walk alone.
Through the grime, the blood and stone.
Flightless wings, and mournful cry.
Oh how I wish that I would die.
Confused. My mind, my heart, my soul.
Wondering who would make me whole.
I search above, over, beyond,
But to my dismay. Despond, despond..
I call upon my angel of death...
To take away my warmth, my breath.
Exalt! Exalt! For he comes near!
I call his name, but he does not hear..
So here I'll wait, ever patiently..
Wondering when I will be free..
From chains of this accursed plac