This, my love, is the city of sin,
This is where I am captured in.
Come, take my hand and walk with me.
Here’s the veil I use for other’s eyes,
So none should think me sinful and surmise
That I am the denizen of the darkest sea.
A white veil to cover a soul of blame?
You look at me and ask for my real name.
Which of Satan’s conquests may I be?
There’s my home: that’s a vanishing spire
My years burn in smoke and pyre
You wish to rescue but there’s no key.
To save me, that’s your sole desire?
Are you the moon to which I aspire?
Come, leave my hand and you are free.
Why do you not listen to me?
You wish to rescue, but is there a key?
For I am the denizen of the darkest sea.
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 2:50 PM UTC
This, my love, is the city of sin,
This is where I am captured in.
Come, take my hand and walk with me.
Here’s the veil I use for other’s eyes,
So none should think me sinful and surmise
That I am the denizen of the darkest sea.
A white veil to cover a soul of blame?
You look at me and ask for my real name.
Which of Satan’s conquests may I be?
There’s my home: that’s a vanishing spire
My years burn in smoke and pyre
You wish to rescue but there’s no key.
To save me, that’s your sole desire?
Are you the moon to which I aspire?
Come, leave my hand and you are free.
Why do you not listen to me?
You wish to rescue, but is there a key?
For I am the denizen of the darkest sea.
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