Breathe In The Black To See - Fragments Of Unbecoming

Darkness falls on landscapes of grace

To mourn the beauty of the past.

Down for the days, feel the pain,

Feed the hollow ground again — again and again!

Sable thoughts in sombre autumn storms,

The sun that never rises died long ago.

I held out the stabbing pain before

As the slumbering trees of tears sigh her name,

Like fading voices in the din.

Breathe in the black to see,

The razorblade cuts too deep.

Disposed for eternal sleep,

I’m dressed in lost shadows

Like costumes for my dying hope.

Masquerades on broken knees,

Blinded by spectral memories.

Remembrances on sullen eyes

Don’t seem to listen to my suffering cries.

There is no time for just waiting,

For whatever I wonder why.

The words are empty and her mind is closed forever.

I can’t pretend, this is the end!

Goddess forgive me, the fever burned out my heart!

I should come to you, yes I should have… but it’s too late now.

I creep on broken knees below — mountains of sorrow,

Besides seas of ashes and nameless trees of tears.

Blinded by blackness through bleakly dust.

Sable thoughts in sombre autumn storms,

This bitter sleep of emptiness and fear.

The sun that never rises has never died before.

Can’t stand the pain no more!

I feel the pain, down for the days,

Feeding the hollow ground again!

I held out the stabbing pain before.

When the slumbering trees of tears whisper her name

Like misty voices everything stays the same.

Masquerades on broken knees…

Sable thoughts in sombre autumn storms…

Masquerades on broken knees…

There is no time for just waiting…