Into the Dark

Thram

Compositor: Thram

The rain falls from the grizzy sky
Without a reason of being
Even my thought makes the rain
To continue running
I have a great sadness
Increased the one that I felt already
All time that I don't lie

I have fever in the soul
I miss the tedium
No more hopes
And I want to have
No more choice
I am an indefinite soul

I love everything that has passed
The pain that doesn't hurt me
Anymore
What did I make of this life?
What did she make of me?
I am the spirit of the darkness
The night takes me and brings me back
I live in the unreal of the life