For the heart that loves; life will always end

In life and death there is no calm ease
But the truest love, can it ever cease?

Glitters among the brightest of stars
It blossoms through the coldest winters
Shines somehow from distances far

Lives on between words never spoken
Sings a song from lips never parted
Thrives on beneath glances never stolen
And hurried looks when it all started

Love is quick and real in dreams we forgot
Love deepest in nightmares of fear and loss
And the most lonely places on the chart
Surviving in the most silent of memories
In the quietest corners of a broken heart

The Love is gone
We lost it again
In shapeless form
You knew me then
I know you still
Like raindrops rushing
To the windowsill
Our love is gushing
Like ****** wounds
It will dry out soon
We wear our pasts
Like secret masks
And talk in flicks
Of necks and wrists
We're finally done
And the love is gone
To be reborn
In shapeless form
To be held in scorn
Forever on and on

The magic ends in a moment
Enchantment in an instant
Of tireless rage and passion
When at once the romance
Doesn't need another chance
In sudden moment attraction
Means nothing but a pull
Without the forceful fire full
Of moments heated in charm
Suddenly the love shared is sin
The furious desire from within
Is the piercing yelp of harm
That nothing will ever change
When everything's but the same
There is no magic and no fire
There are just silent hearts tired
And the agony of dying desires

Sometimes I feel like weaving a tale so tragic
A blade which would make even Death nostalgic
Make people stay wide awake through nights
In mute ways of terror and endless fright

Underneath insides of men stapled to the sky
And silence offered to screams as hopes die
A crowded song of panic where they keep
The most vivid of their fears in restless sleep

I ask the winds to make the night cry for me
I ask the shadows to make the light die for me
I ask the branches to crackle and tell a secret
Into ready ears and also tell them to keep it

Drifting in darkness I make them try to touch
The rotten corpses of their own dreams and hopes
I whisper with certainty that they've run of of luck
Tell them that the magic blade cuts to the bone

So in desperation and alarm they finally scream
That merciless secret into nothingness unseen
The secret of their souls in ignorance pretending
Knowing nothing about the night never ending