Falling
The angel of death is looking over me
should I be dead ,or should'nt I be
My soul is stained ,my hart is black,
The hounds of hell won't let me
turn back
I'm running , I'm falling
I'll never be free.
The lake that burns ,
has put it's spell on me.
James ....................................
Copyright © James Stevenson | Year Posted 2011
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