"Quiet stillness of the night
The guide and ferryman of my only fate
I beg of thee, I pray to thee
Take me to the place i've once belonged
In where dreams are bestowed"
Oh what pitiful words can solitude create
In this silent corner of my mind
I lay completely still, hoping, praying
For moments that will never come
For desires that will be forever bound
To this empty shell of a man.
Love, oh what mighty force
The ever slow ruin of my consciousness.
In this purgatory of the soul, i've found myself
A dark shroud of crystallized pain
The last gift you ever gave to me.
