2:38 a.m. - 2007-12-05
The flight
Leaving old ways back, turning into something naught. They warned me against eternal nights. I am leaving everything from the pass behind. She has gone and she was buried, I've brought her back enough times. The razors rust, the knifes collapse, I am left with nothing to pass the time. Turning black, switching sides, all the time, this is my final night. Spread my wings and take to flight, this night, I'm saying goodbye for the last time. You see me naught.