It’s pitch black
I can’t see a thing...
Time stands still
a silent kill...
Each day she stands,
On the lake's sandy shore...
Linger longer, dearheart mine,
And warm me with your form...
You come down upon us,
you hear the dead souls sing...
Tears run red
All across the paper...
Kiss me once
You killed me twice...
They visit my dreams and hopes
teach me to desire so that i can cope...
You may find in your cloying dreams,
Sickeningly twisted figures invade your things...
I wish that she could see
What she really means to me...
His skin as milky as the moon
Shines through the stars...
To walk amongst the foolish and weary
Tired bodies of beloved mine...