
Date of issue: 14.06.2007
Song language: English
The Surge |
The break of dawn brings forth, the tragic completion of rupture |
It feels as though nothing is what it seems, nightmares overwhelm my dreams |
Causing this, nauseating feeling inside my gut |
At night, cruel are these dreams which I envision throughout my mind |
As we lay intertwined here, enshrouded by the feeling of placidity |
Every aspect distinguishably as clear as could be, and I never felt more alive |
then when I dream of you |
The irony of it all leads to questioning, and thus brings on fear |
My thoughts clouded with uncertainty |
I am at battle with my inner demons |
I remember the contours of your lips, graciously pressed so tightly against mine |
Now, I’m left to wonder |
Uncertain these nightmares are in fact a dream |
While you slept I crept up to your room, careful not to make a sound |
I marvelled at such utter beauty, the unstableness maddening |
I carve through your abdomen, witnessing your eyes fade from brown to grey |
The surge brought me to my knees, as I permeate your chest plate, and now, |
feel the true meaning of having your heart ripped out, straight from your |
chest cavity |
Wither and die away already |
Name | Year |
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Burdens | 2016 |
To Expiate | 2016 |
The Truth Will Set You Free | 2016 |
To Lift the Dead Hand of the Past | 2016 |
Perpetually Doomed: The Sisyphean Task | 2016 |