The ruin of your face Pours down like lead tears As you sit by my side Confess to me your fears Drink deep the wreck of me My body is a funeral I fail to find comfort In your pale cold eyes Worn loosely about me You hang there dying off me Deep in the misery Of my long arms, weeping I cradle your tired head This moment for the keeping Her hand raised from the shadows in silence Like a dying victim of a biblical plague A strange mix of innocence and horror Gushed from her red rimmed and swollen eyes Resentment conquers sympathy and I turn my back Her burning stare, like a minute blazing suns Roars into the back of my head And I simply move away I will sing you this song of All my pain, so listen Great roaring, tears pouring Down unto me from my lover The winter in your soul Has frozen me forever
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