The faces of my soul haunt me in the cold winter night,
A dark sinister voice whispers songs of death and fright,
my inner eyes cry drops of blood, and I wait for the saviour light,
which does not seem to come, but just fades in a dark corner of my mind.
Seven floating souls circle my bed at night,
while they watch me sleep, and die,
and while i dream of your beautiful blue eyes,
my mind seems to slip through the dark pits of life.
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