Feed off the melancholy. Get drunk from despair. Rejoice in the name of failure. Deliverance found in pain. . Live, learn and love. Treasure all the colours.
Darkness is ignorance. Knowledge is light. Fight only with yourself. Or the shadows of the night. . For this life will break you. Years will wear you down, wear you down.
As I lay dying at the eve of my days. There is a void inside me, hollowed by the years. . Time has made these scars, burned them in my soul. Mouldred this ugly figure of anguish and woe.
Wreathed in silence, laid down in shades. Swathed in regrets, deluded astray. Forgotten in half-light, drawn in despair. Soothed in slumber so dreadful and fair.
O darkness, if in thy arms I could rest. For a while and with these earthly eyes. See thy dim smile. . Maid of twilight, lass of duskfall. Hang the moon on the sky's arch.
What solemnity can be found in this death?. A traitor's smile, the honour of betrayal. . How comfort could be found in the dreariest of nights?. What solace for guilt-driven mind, tarnished heart?.
Brought back from the silence. As darkness whitened into a day. Tried to weave the pieces together. Force the past away. . Mind weary of sorrow. Body tired from the way.
Trail amidst the snow-clad trees, winding is the way. Sunless is the path we roam, bitter is the air we breathe. Fell is the icy blast, coming from the hills.
This will be for now and for ever the diverging of our paths.... . Now that this night has turned into a dawn. I step aside from this path of grieving.
Spring brought the two together. Married the wind with the fire. Under the secrecy of lush birch trees. Opposite hearts became one. . One day followed another.
Sober is my mind, now that. Misfortune has faced my kind;. Weary glazed stare, Beneath the. Pitch-black hair.. On my cheeks, once so live, Adorn. Flood of tears, caused by strife.
The silent moment right before the dusk fades away. I open my eyes but the darkness stays. Nightfrost covers the brittle flowers around you. I realize that what I dreamt is true.
Would you come and share. My cross, my pain, my heartbroken nature. For this burden is too heavy to bear. Too troublesome for one man to handle. . Since my darkness swallowed.
Listen to the night, hearken to the silence. The wind sings in fir-trees, forests music rings. Rueful is the tune, wailful the soughing. Soothing is the choir, murmur of the trees.
And down we go again.... Into the ocean of sorrow. Towards to sea of despair. In the deep groves of the earth. Lifeline running in roaring stream. . "Like sand slipping through my fingers.
Put in position to wage teenage mayhem. A common affair for the ones who are juiced. If it is weakness that grants us the power. We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world.
A dead issue, don't wrestle with it, deaf ears are sleeping. A guilty bliss, so inviting (let me in), nailed to the cross. . I feel you, relate to you, accuse you.
It's wearing on my mind, I'm speaking all my doubts aloud. You rob a dead mans grave, then flaunt it like you did create. If I hit bottom and everythings gone.
Have you back in my face. Rises past, past, past. Thou can't just get to my space. I know, gotta feel. Some things seem so real. We got so much history.
Do not!. Do NOT spill the water when you're drinking it. Through your mouth. What happened here, nobody can say but it hasn't been the same. Our lips are pressed to the ground.