Sorrow

Sorrow After Midnight

The darkness does not hesitate
Shall it continue the endless journey of mystery and beauty?
That can hold you in under a miraculous spell,
Grasping for the lost you are captivated in the silence.

Soul to speak, the unwinding willingness will never cease
Lasting flavor of stone cold envy reflects what deceives
Helsinki dreams, the day before, the morning after.
You can not erase.

Sin lies within, Lies within Sin, you can never be so sure.
The road continues wrapping around only to relive the memories
Sheeted with rose petals your fragile heart coated with glycerin beats for the new turn.
Waiting for the sun to burn.

Purity becomes false, and the fake becomes peace.
Laced linen every touch and make the sorrow come after midnight.
Make the midnight come after sorrow.