I can't see anymore.
I can't breathe again.
The inside of me is changing,
And I don't like it!
This stress has turned into something else.
I need to get away
Before I start again..
Stress has turned into anger,
Fear,
Confusion.
Restrain myself!
Can you even hear me screaming?!
As loud enough to wake the dead?!
I'm falling into pieces:
Every time I break
I turn into something I never wanted to be!
Somebody get me though this nightmare,
I can't control myself!
My anger blacking myself out....
After the temptation took over,
I look at my blood drenched hands
And wonder how many has lost their lives,
Only to cry myself to sleep and hope to forget
What kinds of sins I did not knew I did.
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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.