Emotions of a million passions
Flowing from my eye sockets
Where orbs of vitality once inhabited

Words of these emotions
Pouring like billions of tiny spiders
Waterfall from the dried bone that used
To be covered by flesh awaiting your kiss

The heart in a burned ribcage
Still beating in rhythm
Pumps no blood no life
Just a black tar of sorrow

My arms, reduced to mere calcium
Still are held out
Awaiting you to fall into my embrace

But it's too late, far too late
I can't ever hold you again
I'm already dead

Blasphemous trees, arching above my head
Blasphemous trees, arching above my head
For which life doesn't represent
For which life doesn't represent
Life, arching above my trees
Blasphemous, for which doesn't represent?

Wilting flowers, drooping with death
Wilting flowers, drooping with death
I fear not this valley of sorrows
I fear not this valley of sorrows
I fear this valley of flowers
Drooping with sorrows, not death

End the abysmal monotony
End the abysmal monotony
Shed light upon the throne
Shed light upon the throne
Abysmal throne, shed light
Upon the end, the monotony


End the monotony of life
For which death, not sorrows,
Arching above wilting trees,
Doesn't represent fear; my blasphemous head!
I shed light with this drooping valley
Flowers upon the abysmal throne

Oh sweet mythical beauty
How I long to embrace you
Feel the surge of powerfully passionate emotion
As not only our two persons meet
But our two souls as well

Perhaps the days are growing fewer
Between now and reunition
But they drag on and on
With such monotony

Days fade to grey with pure amnesia
As my last clear memory is our last
The day you too faded
From my eye to my mind

But, you approach my eye once more
Eager yet timid
As I reach out and you take a step back
And I urge to you come forth
It's safe here with me
I promise you that
And I love you

An overwhelming sensation crosses my heart
As if you are speaking to me
Yet your mouth remains still

But how do I hear you so clearly?

A voice tremors in the dark of night
The stillness catches every jostle
Of the jawline, wavering with excitement
As he professes his love
The deepest emotions found in his heart
And there is no one to hear it
No ear to receive the devoted words
And the moon cries tonight

Silence among screams
Peace among turmoil
Love among anger
A world, twisting and turning
Contorting with pain
So alone yet so surrounded
A tear dropping
From divine emeralds
Splitting my heart like a knife