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to all of those
who have heard
the thunder sound,
to all of those
who have felt
my burning eyes...

i am what
you would call
a misty dream,
a mere apparition
and to all
i draw the line
of deathly sanity.

upon the furthest mountain
i long for my sea
of tears to fall
until my lonely soul
departs this poignant
blighted world.

i long to be
one with the night
to be the soft
caressing breeze
upon the graveyard
of extinguished memories.

to all of those
that have seen
the windswept fields,
to all of those
who have held
the rarest rose...

i shall fashion you
a crown of ivy
while the servants
songs shall be
my rosy red wine.

i am the prophecy
of the thing
that will be forever
in ancient blood
be written...

from the wounds
of pale flesh
encouraged to join
those who have risen
eternally lost to the
winds of centuries oblivion.

within the portraits
of this shadowed life
i was once embraced
by the blinding light.

alas i am forlorned
and shall forever be
a placid mourning of
memories long forgotten.

surpressed within the
cracks of sorrow
drowning in a
stream of endless tears.

under the dim stars
of the night sky
i have wept
a thousand years.

held together, glued
within bitter sadness
i now see the beautiful
calling of a velvet death.

as i vanished lingering
forever in eternal sleep
i saw the angels
as they wept

i saw the angels
of a beautiful death...