My soul is heavy
With the weight
Of all the anger, all the hate,
And the secrets that I carry



It was a stormy night,
And near midnight, or so I think.
Out the window, in the time of a blink,
Came the cause of my fright.



I thought I was alone,
But all of sudden in the darkness
I was seized by some sickness
That made me chill to the bone.





On the dead old tree outside,
I saw a bird of some sort.
He flew without effort
And was by my side.



And once near the gallows I’ve heard
The terrible song of that cursed bird.
For it was the scream of death and despair,
Of a broken soul that had no hope of repair.



I understood that call,
And those feelings I shielded
Bursted out in a form so damned
That I knew they’d be my downfall.



Alas, my will is crushed
I’ve lost something so precious.
I feel my heart’s been destroyed,
And I’ve turned into something vicious.



My soul is heavy with the weight
Of all the anger, all the hate,
But now I don’t care about those things,
I don’t care, I have twisted feelings.








Something's definitely off about Arianwyn...