• When the light dies in my heart, let my own misery leave and dissapear into the night and leave me staring into the twilight as the years of my past come to breathe the sweet scent of misery, as they breathe the misery let them pass my heart and die in a silent torture of pain. As they die let them relise how much i had loved the sweet memories of the ones i loved and have them pay for the pain I have been put through.. as I am left staring into the twilight let the dark in my heart leave so I can asend into the light.