ANA-BREA.LIT

mist0396.zip/ANA-BREA.LIT
mist0396.zip/ANA-BREA.LIT
Darkness falls as I pretend - Strengthened by my weak resolve Perhaps my life is near its end yet still unwilling to evolve Sounds be heard and shadows cast by those whose being is in doubt Only when your fear is passed will you join me within without Close your eyes and deeply drink a draught from poison in your grail Only then do mortals think to shed their doubts or gravely fail Intoxicated by the breath that chills you to the very core Raise your cup and drink to death then clear your lungs and breathe once more Freedom finds you draws you near and frees you from your mortal chains Your soul is vanquished of all fear your spirit eased of all its pains Never more will you pretend to don the masks of tales untrue This worldly play has reached its end and what remains is only you