As the seconds strike by,
I stand here,
Feeling this sorrow pass though me.
As the minutes toss by,
I sit here,
Feeling this anger get to my head.
As the hours go by,
I lie here,
Feeling this pain inside me grow.
I am dead inside.
As the days pass,
I wonder
Is it life of death?
This day
I am gone forever
And no one shall know
Untill I am dead.
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The Healer of Lost Souls
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As I look up to the moon, black feathers rest upon my head.
I then grow my wings to join them.
I then grow my wings to join them.