I look around and what do i see?
alot of things staring back at me...
Your majesty filled my glass
The bloody alcohol smile...
Like a black star falling in the day
distant memories in full sway...
The ghost of her past lurks in the halls
She has flashbacks of all her falls...
She was cursed..
Her blood impure...
You may find in your cloying dreams,
Sickeningly twisted figures invade your things...
I'm tired of this year
This year of tears and sorrows...
When my father gave you my hand.
To hold and warm in cold times...
Left in that field of bending flowers
laying on that floor for hours and hours...
Blood stains the dirt
This garden holds hurt...
Passionate kisses upon a dying man.
The light is fading from his eyes...
A Sorrow That Will Never Fade
By My Decadent...