The Wind Of Darknes

The wind of darkness blew through my soul
with a strong madness won't let me go.

I feel so weak, by body is fainting
empty and blured up like an old painting.

I'm searching for escape, for the light of peace
but I find nothing but the cold ground's crease.

I will stay here and be the angel of madness
all twisted up with with the wind of darkness.

by Ivana Jocic

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