Dark Passenger
i am the crying nomad
the silent thief
of your scars i have desire
and of your love, i have only grief
you will never lie beside
or share in my tomorrow
i'm a star too bright to hide
a stranger hale but hollow
tall and gaunt
i fill myself with stolen flesh
a scourge of want
over blood and wine we mesh
for i am the dark rider
the reason behind nightmare
the last place where sanity is erased
and memories fade to despair
i am the pillow of defeat
where you rest your once mighty head
and rise into the heat
to the welcome of the dead
my soul will quench the fire
you will rot beneath
the beating of the sun
and shrivel, flower by flower
lower, lower,
into the darkness of the light
into the middle of the hate
nothing left but discarded wings and accepted fate
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