Written by: Broken Doll Freya Brisingamen, The Unloved
Date: Friday, February 1st, 2002
Addressed to: Everyone
Vanished into the sea
Vanished into the sea
In an ocean of tears
Remembering your words
So painful and untrue
Echoing in my head
Like drops of acids
Burning my heart
Tears run down my face
Ive lost my illusions
To the profit of reality
Reality id rather not see
Another day goes by
The darkness rises
A bit more, slowly
Soon it'll be dark
With nothing left to see
Soon it'll be dark
Nothing you really want to see
For the darkness is now empty
So painful and untrue
Echoing in my head
Like drops of acids
Burning my heart
Tears run down my face
Ive lost my illusions
To the profit of reality
Reality id rather not see
Another day goes by
The darkness rises
A bit more, slowly
Soon it'll be dark
With nothing left to see Soon it'll be dark Nothing you really want to
see For the darkness is now empty *line 1
Penned by my hand on the 24th of Lleian, in the year 62 MA.
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