The Promise Of Death And Magic
I’m tired of your eyes, vomiting lies.
I’m tired of your heart, that loves me as a compromise.
And only to be what your soul could feed on, I gave up my dreams, I no longer have remained me.
Do you remember who I was then, when the skies were blue and your name was true?
Do you remember the long lost promise of death and magic?
Why did you turn so tragic?
I’ve bled to the stars and to the seas and to the woods that weep in grief.
I’ve called your name in the dark, where my throat was slit leaving you as a scar.