A rose dead by the window sill,
Next to a portrait of the beast...

Mutter the misery's chant,
Fogged in your sense of pride...

The antique stars are cracking apart with age,
You told me they would always be my guide...

Lie awake at the raven's call,
It's elixir on my lips...

Sifting through the tears like sand
Looking for dreams lost in hand...

Figures marked on my path,
Climbing to the sun's light...

Blinded to their faces,
A shrill scream of silence...

Graffiti stained soul and poisoned arteries,
Lying like everything's ok...

These wings to shelter fell apart,
These stitches tore along your heart...

The break of dawn to light the sky
The world awakes to a new day nigh...

The shattered night lays death to rest,
At the kiss of the razors blood impressed...

Dressed in ebony at the graveyard;
Solemn with unbridled lust...