HIS FREEDOM IS MY FALL

Lost in my thought,
of forgotten feelings.

Reaching through the night,
for fragments of a shattered dream...

Still I am standing,
at the edge of a dying rose field...

With arms still wide open,
for the winds of fading happiness.

Living an empty existence,
in a world of fragile hearts.

Blackened tears are flowing,
tainting my broken heart.

Drowning in his laughter,
of sonnets of my fall.

His victory is my failure,
His freedom is my fall...

I dance in my solitude,
in the beat of hell's guitar.

For ever walking in midnight mist,
under a moon that does not exist.

Weary of the cross I bear,
a punishment for my loss..

Wandering in the shadows,
waiting for that day.

When all the pieces falls,
and time is on my side.

Judgment will be given,
vendetta is at hand!

I will turn his laughter into tears...
His victory will turn to fear...
My burdens will disappear...
This hollow will be clear...

With one quick pull of the trigger,
it will all soon end...

He no longer smiles,
I no longer cry.

My curse has been removed...

My spirit is now released...

In my death he will no longer taunt me...

His freedom is my fall...