The Lovers

This is my final realisation
Echoed with the sound of a thousand hearts breaking
An acoustic calm of dancing hope
Fall in darkness, cold and cruel
A simple vision haunting me
With torturous pain, stabbing every smile
Stolen by an angel in grace
Closing the door on my dreams
Bleeding love from my veins
Waiting with deceitful patience
Cold silence gripping my mind
A heart to live in sorrow
Of promises never true
Destruction finds its prey
The moon now guards my path
To chase his soul away
And hide what can not be

Morgan - 21/06/04
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