Sirus is not my character no matter how much I dream.
Death Calls Sirus
My weary legs shant carry me home,
Yet I must walk there alone.
A voice calls me ever so sweet,
To the depths of darkness I go to seat.
She is waiting for me,
Why I do not see.
I suddenly favor death and head for the door,
I like darkness seemingly more.
This death has struck me down like a virus,
As the sweet voice whispers my name, Sirus.
Death Calls Sirus
My weary legs shant carry me home,
Yet I must walk there alone.
A voice calls me ever so sweet,
To the depths of darkness I go to seat.
She is waiting for me,
Why I do not see.
I suddenly favor death and head for the door,
I like darkness seemingly more.
This death has struck me down like a virus,
As the sweet voice whispers my name, Sirus.
