From These Wounds

May I wear you this night As we marvel at our death I would wane within your art Like ashes circling the pyre With virtues of the seraphim While prancing indifferently Amid the devil's fingers The sun, the moon Our garments of glee and distress In th

A few days have passed since I heard the word There is not much time left for me in this world I try to be strong so I put on this mask Yet the burden of death is a heavy task About to lose my everything Cancellation of my future dreams So I have wri

In our cruel history's aftergloom Mankind's treason brought it's children doom The thin texture between wrong and right Mostly broken by those who saw the light Up to this day the lie remains To rid the world from it's finer strains Through pills and

And now I recognize your face and my folly For longer days and nights this strange redemption' With words you've bled me dry Now dust falls from these wounds Into the airless night I'm cast Hear me call you I know I can't create a lie you won't see t