Curtains stir lightly, the dark storm ashore
Tears held back, never and yet forever more
Callous minded, but altogether peaceful
Is the feeling gone, or has God yet to release it
Wrapped in this thorned rose bush
It crawls up the stairs, white petals fall
Once my feeling of despair
Black silk hangs from that ceiling
Blinded with blood, have I lost all feeling
Many scars across my pale body
I cry one teardrop into each, my vision turns foggy
The sun sets in the west as the storm approaches in the east
Soon every ghost and muse will begin their haunting feast
My love has yet to parish, my soul does too
But does the fear of my own mind ever come loose
Lost all trace of thought again and again
Not knowing where to end, or even to begin
I turn to you and I find you there
But the only question that is left is "the truth, can you bare"
The many knives and blades that are buried deep within might as well strike
upon you doing it's sin again
My heart still beats, it beats fast
This feeling of pain, maybe it's a feeling that will everlast



 
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