Novembers Doom

Walking alone with a tempting grin to follow the voice that guides
a small frown. Sobs echo past these blinded eyes and deny me of my
happiness. Dismal shades of light brightens my path to solitude
and sympathy. In some sick way I enjoy my pain. It always seems to
indulge me. Frozen walls of ice guard my every dream, protecting
me from what seems real. With rue and fire, all demons are cast