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Thy Passionate DespairAnd I wonderThrough bleeding eyes I stare and behold Paralysed of those that carry the burden of Her on their tired backs... (As I weep...) Broken and wounded by the love they held so high When their realms were still proud and mighty Banners held high against a blackened sky In blasphemy they dance in front of my eyes No love will ever dwell within the torn shape that is me... Hark! A pitiful beggar before thee I stand My sorrow I can no longer – hide within my eyes Deep and dark are the ways to my scorned heart But unchain me, and I will be yours forevermore... Let me dream Breed on my misery Art thou the answer to my depressions and my sense of growing misantropy? Let me bathe in the crystal lakes of your tears for they shine O'so beautiful... Yet still gleaming of sorrow they are... O'how I long for these realms where I (once again) can be equal among kings... My body once gifted with such tender and beautiful youth Now painted with the grim colours of death "Waste-Dweller – Why do you spin your spell?" Open me... Kiss me... And drink from my scars Embrace me eternally... |