The Seer
In the dead of night
I opened my eyes
And my mind does nothing but think of death
It not only weaves waves of whispers that they can hear
They know that not all mortals can see them
Grayish bodies with impassive faces
Emanating eternal despair
In every room the damned wander
They insist on tormenting my soul
Help me
Help me
I need the light
Again
Autor(es): Alejandra Ponce