How Like a Winter

A Flower That Sears In Silence

How Like a Winter


In this smile 
You'll see my suffering 
In this tears, my cruelty 
My majesty 
A flower that sears in silence 
For whom Lord loves 
Vanish 
Too soon 

"A flame that still burns 
those candles that don't waste 
just know that anything is dark 
nothing is darker than dark 
Stop to seek me!" (Stop to haunt me) 

Will they fill with wine our empty veins? 
Will we paint with silver our fragile white skins? 
And we'll die to be born again together, my love... 
or my chant will be left without rhyme 

"Please, my love, find a place to hide 
Far from me and far from the light" 

Now sleep...sleep... 

And I will too 
Anyway, anywhere 
Immortality 
Laughter and distress and wrath 
In this years my agony 
The sympathy still torments me 
my pain will live in your own death