template of the hearts crying rage
fills the filthy page
her eyes once spoke to me loving embrace
but silent dust cowers in that empty space
i call to ancient heavens for aid
but the rusty deadpan song is only replayed
my fingers stiffly crawl against the lewd and angry wall
picture perfect painted there is my only care
release me from this moment ever present in my heart
tombstone and funeral cart scented with roses
once reclined in september sunshine
this twisting darkness is mine

barren eyes broken
lifeless words spoken
sequel to minds crashing inner thunder
burst into tears like a misbegotten blunder
trembling fingers expose
hearts rose entwined with darkness
once bright days shown in memory
when dark wind has blown it to dust

this face i paint with dark words
this sketch with miseries taint
this is where dreams have left me
deft fingers draw new hopes on dying page
years spent gazing into hearts fertile soil
only to have deepest dreams foiled
dry not the tears long ago fallen
hear the song dry wicked grey calling

she sleeps
i weep