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What are you waiting for?
I am a name
Written on dust…
On a moist mirror
That hides a nude bust…
I am the memory
Of a long lost hope…
Carved on the heart
With it one learns to cope…
I am powerful…
Yet I grew so old…
I haunt souls…
Yet my own's still haunted…
I kill for pleasure…
Yet I wish to die…
Torture is my game…
Yet I despise the pain...
I told my bitter story…
To an endless well…
Made it carry my secret…
Let it die in hell…
Never cared to look at it…
As it fell apart…
My masterpiece created…
Destruction is an art…
I destroyed a soul…
I blackened a heart…
I came back for more…
Found a mourning heart…
I ran to my dark corner…
Hid well in my grief…
Couldn’t show my anger…
All that I hid beneath…
Lucky is the one
Who can reveal the secret
For I have become numb
From all the grief and hatred
I wish to be discovered
I yearn to be foretold
It’s in your power to twist it
Heaven’s or Hell’s threshold…
Copyright of Queen of Wolves.
4.1.2010
