The Passing
The faith I lay
upon this wretched ground
is hard to replay
as the sun comes slowly down.
'Tis a mystery to me
how you've traveled here at all.
Seems a while to no degree
that you've let this enhance your downfall.
As she kisses your soft cheek,
I shall stare with hatred darkly burning.
We both say it is long over,
but there still remains a loving yearning.
How else would I be here?
Though I love, I cannot see.
Alone in the world
that without you it must be.
I am better without your aching,
yet my heart is longing for the pain.
It is nothing but my shaking
that swallows this annoyance in vain.
I am tempted to give in,
giving up on all that I once saw.
See, I've never truly given in.
It shall be my fatal flaw.
So the darkness takes me in.
The sire that wants nothing but my blood.
And I shall give, unhesitantly,
for the passing of my love.
upon this wretched ground
is hard to replay
as the sun comes slowly down.
'Tis a mystery to me
how you've traveled here at all.
Seems a while to no degree
that you've let this enhance your downfall.
As she kisses your soft cheek,
I shall stare with hatred darkly burning.
We both say it is long over,
but there still remains a loving yearning.
How else would I be here?
Though I love, I cannot see.
Alone in the world
that without you it must be.
I am better without your aching,
yet my heart is longing for the pain.
It is nothing but my shaking
that swallows this annoyance in vain.
I am tempted to give in,
giving up on all that I once saw.
See, I've never truly given in.
It shall be my fatal flaw.
So the darkness takes me in.
The sire that wants nothing but my blood.
And I shall give, unhesitantly,
for the passing of my love.