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| She Draws in Colour It's the painful knives that deeply cut torn away, she fell apart Tonight, her bloody tears do not caress held on to the sins -- never to confess And she'll see tomorrow.. The secrets that lay within her soul how they burn, how nobody really knows in her eyes, you'll never see her short life she'll hold on to so hopelessly It's the scent -- her heart holding back her heart so poisoned by every breath how foolish she was stay it's the way she'll win one battle only to lose the war it's the way she draws in colour only to be seen in the shadows it's the way she conquored Only having to surrender it all.. And so much more will descend too many memories, but no friends what was she getting for trying so hard for living so long for risking it all maybe it was a dream she walked away from or maybe a nightmare she fell into maybe her innocence died again or just another angel was killed in the end In scars so impure... the blood, how it bled way from her it's the way she'll win one battle only to lose the war it's the way she draws in colour only to be seen in the shadows it's the way she conquored Only having to surrender it all.. |
| Scarlet Lullaby Night, how her darkness refuse to falleth in thy colours, in false light Thou sea --in tears fright 'Tis' lost, how it came to cold ends thy summer no longer feels to ascend In thou graced autumn leaves the amour of September's embrace proceeds Parched are the stars of a raven of black lace and morte eyes Behold, thy silence unfold;to the wind of a crystal gravestone How will'th thou comith to see? With hearts so shadowed.. a scarlet lullaby she sings Sacred was the mist like a broken moonlight trance Of red leaves and desired loath came into this sunless sky above all thy dreams of quietuses in troth, of thou fallen snow soon shall release September's broken shadow Thine hands, how doth they burn to feel? The amour of September's embrace reveals.. Parched are the stars of Autumn flown full of candle lit shades alone thine eyes surrender to a fallen firmament for which reigns with hearts so shadowed... A scarlet lullaby she sings The stars of a raven.. A scarlet lullaby she sings... |
Beautiful Suicide Fly beyond existence.. Look beyond the distance.. Who doesn't see the faults..the loss of hope that falls into the hands of those who die trying Why proceed into nothing? When all the tears that flood the world Hydrate those who already have everything Forgetting those who cry..ignoring their beautiful attempts of suicide it's the silence that embraces the desire to erase my mind in the past that left me so cold a glare of demise that tarnished my soul an entity that brought upon my downfall Burn my thoughts away.. Cut the scars that scabbed above my veins I've never changed so fast... and it's all I have left in my reflection descending eyes ..the carnage of my blood Gray, red, and black.. the only colours I can recognize I'll never know what it is like to see the sun from their point of view because it's a light I was never allowed to grasp Fall into the abyss Look into what hides beneath vile forbearance that mentally chokes all of those who thought they could look up again ..The dreams were cursed.. ...the nightmares were reality I can feel the last tears that bleed down my cheeks onto my mudalated skin and it's all I can ever do.. to seclude my pain from the world.. and now the mirror of the blade reflects the stars that lead those who cry..to a beautiful suicide |
| Angelic Suicide, Devout Genocide They all come out to see the blood of a man.. who fainted to his knees How his blood ran thick, out of breath.. so pure.... purity.. was the hands of all the fallen deities.. No tears from decended eyes Embrace thee, who lay upon the shores of desperation pride opened mouths released the serphents.. the bondage of a devils dream Winds of night that caressed the shadows a reflection, sharp a crimson genocide all the faith that is demised Wings of fire for ever drop of carnage that bled from the lands above and the broken wings of angelic figures who burned the grounds below Within the skies that misted vile colours.. The clouds of angels, their rain of herotic blood leading those who fought for faith to an angelic suicide.. the begining of a devout genocide |