The Moon

4 avril 2008 21:10
 

Veiled and shrouded in the shallow of death

The fairies come to me with roses of blood

A dream, I'm calling your name

Silence - please forget me not


De profundi clamavi

Searching for the ashes of Beauty

De mortuis nihil nisi bene

Forever sleeping in my memory


Then the moon whispers...

Humeur: Passionné

 

Now I know I have missed the time

When you slipped through that door

Shrouded in slaughtered dreams

This feeling's taking hold

It's hard to look at you and catch your eyes in the dark

And I see you change

And your face and that old dream has gone

Now I drown

Cos I lost the kiss that we shared

But tell me that this is not for real


And I cry

And the pain

And the cold silence throbs

Somthing's burning within

It's like the thing I never wished

Lost in between the uncanny oblivion

And you know it tortures me so much to change

But I really want to feel another time

And I know that these reflecting eyes

Won't show me the way I should fly


Now I know there is nothing more to do at all

And I'm waiting for nothing at all

But tonight I wanna break every promise I made

But it hurts, and I writhe

And I fall

And I burn

I stretch out my arms in the dark

Now I know I'm never gonna smile again

Anyway

Humeur: Soucieux

The Beauty In The Abstract

22 février 2008 21:53
 

Have you ever thought

About the Beauty in the abstract ?

Something you cannot hold in your hand

Only in your mind


When you call her name

A whisper in the dark

The voice of the dead

It opens the door of your mind's eye


And suddenly, there come her spirit

Within the silence of Death's reverie

Entwined forever... momento mori


And now all the pictures bleed

So tell me, have you ever thought

About the Beauty in the abstract ?

Humeur: Déprimé