Artist: Pale Mist
the pain will only grow
in the hands of death
into the obscurity
where the darkness is prosed
the warm bleeding
through the thick fog of misery and woe
spreading my wings into the abyss that calls
embraced by the pale mist
the welcoming glow of the moon
like a shooting star in the night sky
in the valley where the mist never fades
waiting for the downfall
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