And so I stand
Where the memory of grace descends
Where her smile can never reach me
Telling tales of crimson heat
Who am I to blame?
I have never had to walk this lane
Where the flowers always grow
As pale divisions of the trees
From my point of view
I will always be here
Without you
Cruelty, hate and the agonized fate, false tomorrows
And the hand that's not there
And the breeze in her stare
And the souls we once shared
And the meaningless, meaningless prayer
Moments of white disdain
Doses of sweetened pain
I write myself out as I try
To express your ways with ink
Epilogues slip down my spine
I try to embrace all's mine
To regret as your poisonous chest
Stains the well at which we drink
What is left now to hold?
Just the ghost in the fold
Of your hem, just the cold breath of heaven
Behold, I am sate from this glorified hate
And I mold. All in vain incarnations
Something inside me dies each night I'm with you
Narcotic desires to carve the unspeakable truth
A dozen of silver chains
Seventy hours of pain
I tear myself out as I try
To forget all your ways in this chilled lovers' quest
Conclusions slip at my palm
I try to crush all that's mine
To forget, to forget and to never regret
As your poison washes my chest
Engaging myself in forbidden requires
To quiet your pulse in my lines of thin fate
The vigilance cry of the morrow awakes me
The sound of the whispering walls lets me rest
I will never reach for pain
And I will never walk this lane
And I will never be the same with you
