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Shadow of the night

shame on you, me you never cherished

that which was precious, you never protected your own

or at least what you proclaim to be yours

Darkness has abandoned you...

and can be seen in starlight...

better then in your lies

Sick carnivals await...

but you cannot enter...

the ticket was your soul...

but it remains unwanted

Morning — black drops of dew...

the water is pure filth it is poison...

yet I wallow in it

reborn in it

counting all the ones who cast me in it

hoping all the moments you live

will be in pain—truely hopeless

image that—you do not even deserve to die

Morning... you may hope it will arrive to end your torment...

but alas morning will never come

You trashed your own life... now morning will never come

You dug your own grave, but will never rest in it

you became your own slave, and detested it

you are dead inside, but you live in your own rotting shell

your life will be a living hell

morning... has abandoned you, it will never come