Memories are nothing like the flesh
But semblences of nothingness
Deeds of the past unembraceable
A toil the mind so unescapable
Towards the black river's shore
The mist slowly dances forth
Treading in untrodden ways
Unseen beauty draped in dismay
From the waters of despair
My black thoughts suddenly turn clear
Replacing the veiled moonlight
A spectre of buried delight
Hair black as starlight's death
Drapes a spirit as pale as bloodless flesh
And if i lie with you
Beneath this darkened earth
Will not the last be forsaken
Just like the first
A whisper is nothing like the wind
But songs from forgotten strings
An airy nothing of lingering despair
Which haunts forever its captive's ears
From the waters of despair
Arises the past broken and austere
And if i lie with you
Beneath this darkened earth
Will not the last be forsaken
Just like the first.
