Clouds before the moon again,
as if she had put his hands over her face, leave it, old friend

We are all like that

She was such a splendid little thing,
to get a glimpse of heaven was to see her smile,
to hear the angels weep was to hear her sing

Her existence was painted with solitude,
yet with joy she would spin,
always dressed in a dress of silk

I thought she deserved the best,
that she shouldn't settle for less,
yet she chose me,
nothing but a mess

My words are scattered all over,
where did all these voices in my head come from?

Why does it feel like they're trying to tear each other apart?

What's this cold and sharp sensation building up inside of me?

My lips are sealed,
and they will always be,
so why?

Why do I feel like screaming at the moon and then drowning in a river underneath its glow?

Let it consume me,
let it wash away all I ever was

The memory will never fade,
and when I think about it,
it still makes my heart ache.

„What brings you here, stranger?” she asked.

Her tone was strangely indifferent, she seemed as though she went through this before.  

„I have come to slay a beast.” A wave of regret washed over me.

It was foolish to admit to someone like her, who seemed to hold the place dear.

„There are many beasts here, including you and me.“

Lying on your bed,
fearing for your life,
heartbeat steady and quiet.
There is no telling where this path will lead.

Full of love and full of might,
yet there's nowhere to plant the seeds.
They're not worthy,
of pride you reek,
all this beauty will go to waste it seems