THE END.

Vita

Some things are so dark that woe betide the light that shines on them I swear to god I thought it was a sign This shallow grave recedes with every darkened patch of sky The withered, wearied features start resembling mine And in the disparate clamour of the chaos that surrounds you It's hard to know which of the voices that you hear Are your own Some things scar your heart so deeply that a howl is not enough To adequately purge the soul of pain Still you yearn for contact but the burden that you shoulder means you'll never trust a living soul again And in the disparate clamour of the chaos that surrounds you It's hard to know which of the voices that you hear Are your own This is how it feels to be alone, just like we'll die alone This is how it feels to be alone This is how it feels to be alone This is all that we can call our own Dust flesh and bone This is how it feels to be alone Just like we'll die alone

Holy Tears

He was patient

Slow descent, chills the bones

His wait maybe long

Still he carries on

Always reaching for her

Always breathing for her

Lifting his hand to the sky

Slow change might bring

Holy tears

Upon his battered skull

Holy tears