Sick and tired of trying, it feels just like I'm dying. Every piece of me is split in two. I give without pretending, still feels like this is ending, and I do it all for you. Emotions on the border, temper getting shorter, I wish that I could run away and hide. This thorn in my side, had to swallow my pride. Just giving in, to be by your side. Always giving, not receiving has pierced my heart now bleeding. The only part that's left of me is you
Tear these inhibitions from side to side. O god there is nothing left but a naked soul to hide. Such a pretty picture, a scar to paint. The only lines left are worn and faint. A soul left waiting for what could have been. A heart still wanting of what lies within. This soul is spread cold and thin. O god there's nothing left worth salvaging. Unfortunate fate, the guiding ring. The bond, the trap, a new beginning. Lost, found and withering. This soul, this life with no meaning. O god there's nothing left but wondering.
I could drown in her eyes. Like rivers of peace. I find myself sinking deeper. Let me drink from this passion, This unrivaled urge to taste To feel, to be, just close enough to steal a glimpse. Just enough to feel myself slip away. Let the hours just pass by Minutes fade to days
What horrors awaits when passion dies. I remain trapped in those eyes. Tracing ley lines of forgotten smiles. Entwined in this malignant sacrifice. Still deeper I'll sink. Unable to cut away. Incapable of breaking free. Of what is...
The mist of morning Deepens the haunting of the pale moon. Glistening, whispering of decay. The oceans rise higher as to obey. A single word almost as in a dream A single phrase so soft yet feels like a scream. Tenebrae! The gruesome theme. It lingers in my heart eternally Tenebrae amica mihi. Be the darkness my love, for me.
There's something about the way she looks, draws eyes in awe of her splendor. Weakening to the point of surrender. When passion meets her lustrous lips. Even death fails to resist. There's something about the way she moves. Like a river through the heart. Flowing with the shores of the soul. Tearing inhibitions apart
Candles cast a calming shadow overture of flickering flame That dance macabre like the willow over glistening water in the calm winds of spring. The shadows of demons and angels prays to be seen. As if telling stories of what lies within. The calming patter of the rain can not repent the mind from humanity's sin. The heart grows darker with each soft prayer said cold and withering.
How I crave the cold embrace of eternal slumber It tears the fabric of my existence with the fermented nails of my tortured life. I long for the nevermore of eternal night. The blissful release of a trapped soul from this unhallowed temple. To sleep, to rest, to be no more. At roads end, the deepest dungeons of despair. I find no peace here, only the rivers and valleys of horrid years beyond repair. Cowardly I seem to much to grant myself relief. leaving me here to pine away in hell filled grief.