I see once again, with eyes full of tears,
The demons that haunted, in the past years.
Dreams that have ceased, all in torment,
The visions I had,never to end,
Never to bring the a final
When black candles dance to an overture,
And the Light fades,to become less pure.
When hands go numb, and hearts become cold,
That is when I... shall become old.
In a massive disdain of an old,
