Aesma Daeva

The sun grow cold in the western sky
And earlier and earlier
The sun submits to the moons rise
And after a summer of sorrow
I now embrace myself for a winter of despair
Every day deaths hand grips me so much tighter
And my mistakes are frozen in my mind
Even though Ive often questioned why he has placed me here
I never had the motivation to challenge him
I once had a name but you have forgotten me
I still have a face one you could never forget
Pale white
And cold with sedation in my eyes
Where there was once life