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Before the Mercy of the ThornsOnce found ourselves
Within the veil of Night
Stricken with our own Forgotten blood
Wandering the dark with all but Escape
Like a crying Soul singing
The Siren's Sad Song straight into
The Cold Dead of Night.
Ever so Cold, we draw our blood
With the blade of thine own Sorrow
Ever so Bitter, Taste the Vemonous Ink
We so eagerly pump into our veins
If we are given a Will
Should we not Burn it away
Through meaningless Bane and Blade?
What is there to find
Within the Mercy of the Night?
We look towards the Dawn
For the Dawn Escapes from the Night.
Bear the Dawn's greater light
And the Thorns that Hang
From your Wounds will become
Radiant like that of freshly drawn Blood.
A wound Revealed,
A world opened
Ending in the Night taking
Its last Breath reaching your long Forgotten Ears.
With Revelation, we are at the Mercy
Of the Thorns that once afflicted
With Endless Oblivion.
Thorns recede, Its Vines now bear Fruits.
Roses bloom from the Blood
We had fed into these Lifeless Thorns
World of ConflictIt burns so much
Like raging coals underneath my flesh.
My heart, it aches without ceasing
For it tears into my soul
Like a singing bullet through halls of glass.
Why must it punish me so?
Why must it kill me like this?
We crawl through pains and pressures,
To sometimes change into something unwanted
Within the lush valley, a shattering fissure
Upon a beautiful canvas, a splash of putrid liquid
From the mind, a waking nightmare.
Why must it torture me so?
How can I be free?
To turn face from the simple truth
We embrace our little white lies,
Our cold blackened ties,
Must we give up our precious youth
To hide from what keeps us
From finding ourselves bodyless?
Is all the poison worth the pleasure?
Do you love it so?
Its simple yet hotblooded caress,
The cold, life sucking kiss.
You feast from the fountain of the dead
To satiate the endless glutton unfed.
Dead mens bones fill your head
To block thy sight and lead misled.
Break free from the shackles
And let your desire tear through the w
A voice, a key, a lifeRemember the days, the lives
What we believed was being alive.
The unmistakable feeling of being lost in the dark
Searching so hard for that little light
Not seeing the warm sun above
The seemingly endless clouds before our eyes.
A pursuit of hapiness to a dead end
Leaving soul so hard and dry.
Tiny little drops of rain
Upon a heart so tired of beating
Your voice breathes into me
Like cold diamond dust
Upon a rough and burning surface,
Breaking away the shards
Only to leave the cold crystal beauty
That is the heart that longs for You.
I cant seem to let You go
Not after I loved You so
I can never go back to the dust.
Promise that you'll never leave
Please dont forsake my trust
Your hand never letting go, I want to believe.
Cant just walk away not knowing.
I can never be the same
Who was once full of sorrow and blame.
Do you remember who I was?
Eyes full of shattered red
A heart that endlessly pled.
I hold it so closely to my heart now
Your voice of love that I so dearly long.
Life dances in the WindLife dances in the wind like a vapor
And loses its way all the same
Promises of yesterday can not seem to hold on
Glimpses to the future wont matter
For the wind carries not promises nor glimpses
But memories that we hold ever so dear.
Memories with cry upon
Memories that we run with blood
Memories that share our warmth when we are not alone.
They dance along with life
Like the stars dance with night.
They fly to the highest absolute
Cascade with such grace for all to see
So that all will weep at the sight.
We weep with joy
Our hearts weighed heavy upon our souls
Filled with the flutter of memories
From the Ethereal night sky
And the Glistening morning wake
Memories that we hold in our hands
May we not forget
For our joys, our loved ones
For our sorrows, our hardships
The heart is such a precious thing
For it hides one of our most precious possessions.
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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