• Walking alone in tha dead of night most people would be filled with
    fright. as for me I feel right at home for behind the shadows is where I
    roam bleeding wounds embeded upon my heart never from me will they
    part. surrounded by darkness cloaked in jet-black I hurry along to find a way back. back into the light of day where once upon a time I use to play. dawn is drawing ever near soon I most depart from here.
    the feel of freezing night air swiftly rushs beneth my wings as I soar
    I can't help myself not being able to ignore this wretched cruse that I regretably must endure.