Evenesce (Patience is a virtue)

The shadow reflected
The moon erased
Let the dark ensconce me
For here I lay
Waiting for you
And here I'll stay

Sorrow is timeless, though it can fade.
It mists your very breath
Because suddenly you feel colder.
Sleeping beneath a young heart
Is a soul that's much older.

The heroes of old
Lie beneath us burning
So I'll save myself
From my misery and yearning

So the bleeding heart
Can truly serve a purpose
I am tired of waiting
This old soul is fighting.