Traces

There is no length I wood not go to ease your crypt of pain break any law danced be them all your comfort I shall gain pistol draw or go over all bombers and a plan if know them I will hunt them if it's something then it's nothing the ghost that I'm confronting will be slain to give you sun which seems to have been stolen in but one subtle moment but fear not here in the dark we both have grown to know that midnight holds it's own light and grace Our hands join to show that we fear not the nightly tide for we have this pain on our side A pain that I will vanquish for my heart awakens to you