Too late for the light,
Darkness is growing,
Soul is losing this fight,
Miserably moaning,
My demons inside,
Are fiercely rejoicing,
Overwhelmed by nayward,
All I hear is their voices,
Fight to the last,
Like there's no tomorrow,
Hear the last of your past,
Live it down for the morrow,
I'm swallowed by rage,
Striving like the devil,
To get out of this cage,
This blindness is dreadful,
I'm filled with despair,
This fear is my weakness,
Face to face with bugbear,
To get rid of this sickness,
Fight to the last,
Like there's no tomorrow,
Hear the last of your past,
Live it down for the morrow.
Fight to the last...
© Copyright: Алиса Кислицына, 2018
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