| Another day enshrouded in mist
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| Profound scars on my wrist
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| I failed to live, I just exist
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| Days of grievance still persist
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| Shining dreams of a life divine
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| Enshrined by the wheels of time
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| A growing darkness on my mind
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| Soon the cathedral bell will chime
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| Alleviation of my pain be done
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| I cannot stand who I have become
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| I see my life flash before my eyes
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| The cathedral bell chimes for me this time
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| Another night enshrouded in grief
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| No ascendance, no relief
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| All hope turned to disbelief
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| Wither away like autumn leaves
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| In the eye of the October storm
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| Every shred of warmth is torn
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| My heart feels ill, my soul outworn
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| I wish that I was never born
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| There’s a beauty in all fading light
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| A vivid gateway to a night divine
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| Like a velvet caress, so benign
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| Like a sacred unopened shrine
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| Becoming mine
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| There’s a waning garden in my dreams
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| Over flooded by a thousand streams
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| Streams of tears that makes me drown
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| Sinking down, further down |