The days go blindingly by,
A circlet of eternal life,
Lass of the young night,
Antics of misery,
Held by the chalace of lust,
Cape of distrust,
Rings of disturbance,
Elemental fury,
For I watch these crystals crumble,
My slit throat bleeds,
Malevolence of the sun,
Tarnishing thy divinity,
I sink beneath the surface of piety,
Without escape, may this world flow peacefully.
Ridding of these disdainful stains,
Seeds that spread,
Of chaos we originate,
The established laws of good or bad,
Guardians of the gates, slain,
Mask of pride, worn.
This fading smile, perishable,
Cries of agony, pain in battle,
Proof of humanity's existence,
What dwells deep within can not flee,
Sickness and mutation,
The speed of which can not be altered,
Justice and destruction, eyes with no gleam,
The strum of this guitar resonates,
Droplets of water, flakes of snow,
Once broken, even when put back together,
The cracks never seem to be gone.
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