Act VIII: Blind To Imprisonment
What abyss have I fallen into
You do not exist here
Well, I can't see You
Or feel You anymore, Dear
Just an empty ebony-grey night
Inside of my chest
Up, up to the sky I rose
And down I fell
My twisted figure grabbed me at the ankles
And I fell into this place
But, he pleaded for help
I looked at him again
And saw where the stabbs went in
Inside the Empty Chrysalis
A glass box was being constructed
By the Wicked
INSIDE THE ARROWS OF FATE
You do not exist here
Well, I can't see You
Or feel You anymore, Dear
Just an empty ebony-grey night
Inside of my chest
Up, up to the sky I rose
And down I fell
My twisted figure grabbed me at the ankles
And I fell into this place
But, he pleaded for help
I looked at him again
And saw where the stabbs went in
Inside the Empty Chrysalis
A glass box was being constructed
By the Wicked
INSIDE THE ARROWS OF FATE
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