pale horror, hearts distressed.
trees collapse, crushing will.
i can't believe in a serenity.
i can't understand the mysteries, brought on by mortal flesh
this wretched heart feels no remorse, these silhouettes painted in the sky.
i feel these hands hold my soul, but letting go, just letting go.
stripping life, condemned to the dark. hands bind me, against thy will.
hands bind. hands bind. undermined, help me understand.
why this is never defined.
o, remorseful soul, where lays thy hand?
o, pride, where lays thy faith?
o, death, carry me home.
this oak has cursed my false name, and splintered hands are left to blame.
i cast these sorrows on thy soul, and mourn for the time once lost.
enticed by what can never be again.
the sorrow, the sin, the insecure mind.
i lost myself in time, fucked beneath the shattered sky.
the wind, stains my face, and leaves it painted raw.
bitter, cold, and lacking a tender kiss.
retracting all this pain, stained in blood, on this oak.
the wind still stains my face. a color lost to the wind.
a hand no longer held.
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