Soul-cry
My words are not even mine,
It's the sound of my soul crying..
My voice don't sound divine,
My soul is dying, it's praying and crying.. End of him would be end of mine..
This is my last chance,
I would give it my all..
Pray to any lord..
This fear is choking my nerves..
This dagger is stuck in my heart.
I would be freed with each breath he breaths.. happy with an embrace,
Immortal with a kiss..
I have reasons to believe he holds my life in his grip, and the fact doesn't scare me though, It gives a sweet relief.
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