There's an unceasing wind that blinds my sight, an unopened door to freedom...
The sad uncertain child, trembles, waiting for the certainty of denial...
A silent house, pulsing with the want of occupation that will not come...
I'm chained forever to a worlds lost paradise, staring straight into oblivion...
Whatever can be done, will never be enough, oh the stinking misery of failure..
Unknown "Her Darkness" - 15 years, 9 months, 6 days ago