A sorrow bath of fallen skies,
Sickening birth of our never-land,
Playing this regretful guise,
They wield shame�s burning brand.
A tangled mass of broken thread,
The hands of Fate grown so callous,
Down the beaten�s path we�ll tread,
Fading away into eyes of malice.
The lives of a dying mans last thought,
Spoken in an ever ending grim fairy tale,
Where the lost maiden was never sought,
Still sleeping patiently under death�s veil.
The survivors of desecrated dreams,
Living sacrifices for all unwanted kind,
Long past the point of pain or screams,
When the devil�s sheet remains unsigned.
(Note: When you're unable to live the dreams you yearn for...)
