Death - spell
It’s a good night to rage,
To scream all of the pain away.
I saw you again today,
As close to the edge of chaos and lifelessness as before.
Nightly I speak hidden words,
Words meant for only God’s comprehension.
I fervently believe,
And am convinced,
That you will come about,
Out of this death-spell which now has you deceived.
Yet everyday it’s the same,
No signs of life within those eyes,
They remain as dull and dim as ever within your death’s-door face.
My soul gives a shudder,
As these tears burn a course down my face,
And this mere man struggles,
With what would even cause Angels a sense of dismay.
To scream all of the pain away.
I saw you again today,
As close to the edge of chaos and lifelessness as before.
Nightly I speak hidden words,
Words meant for only God’s comprehension.
I fervently believe,
And am convinced,
That you will come about,
Out of this death-spell which now has you deceived.
Yet everyday it’s the same,
No signs of life within those eyes,
They remain as dull and dim as ever within your death’s-door face.
My soul gives a shudder,
As these tears burn a course down my face,
And this mere man struggles,
With what would even cause Angels a sense of dismay.