Cherishing Agony.
She sings to me,
With her gentlest whisper,
...Beneath ballads of never ceasing tragedy.
The beauty is dead, but her soul liveth on...
So I shall cherish my Agony.
Loneliness of the greyest shade,
Has painted over ashes...
Strewn about in the dark.
Darkness is knocking, and I have answered...
For light is due its time to depart.
But where shall I reside from here?
When emerald eyes are all I've known?
Only Death awaits towards those gates...
In the suffering seeds I've already sown.
Scent of forlorned rain and dew,
Reminds me of our tears last shed.
For I still wield this sorrow and guilt...
Staining the sheets where I now lay my head.
And so it seems that nothing grieves...
Where forests cry eternally.
Her demise was judging...
But temporary,
So I shall cherish my Agony.
With her gentlest whisper,
...Beneath ballads of never ceasing tragedy.
The beauty is dead, but her soul liveth on...
So I shall cherish my Agony.
Loneliness of the greyest shade,
Has painted over ashes...
Strewn about in the dark.
Darkness is knocking, and I have answered...
For light is due its time to depart.
But where shall I reside from here?
When emerald eyes are all I've known?
Only Death awaits towards those gates...
In the suffering seeds I've already sown.
Scent of forlorned rain and dew,
Reminds me of our tears last shed.
For I still wield this sorrow and guilt...
Staining the sheets where I now lay my head.
And so it seems that nothing grieves...
Where forests cry eternally.
Her demise was judging...
But temporary,
So I shall cherish my Agony.