Portrait of Pieces - Numenorean

I am the father of lies, feeding on time

I am the mother of your cries, so divine

I am the psycho of your shrine, so divine

I am the one you left behind

So divine

Longing for a time that doesn’t exist

That stone you pull to pull you through

Drag this stone across the land

Visions no more, blind mirror staring back at me

I’m not sure what’s worse

The words you said

Or the things you did

And it all turns out

But I feel my heart get right again

But I rise so low

From missing you

The tears that we shed

Fall on these broken shards

Of lives that are lost, our shattered minds feel the cost

The only love I know is you

Where are you?

Where are you now?

I’ll never forget

Wandering alone, a portrait of pieces

The sweating sun paints the walls with mid-day misery

Repetitions are longer.

Health, was never in my name

My hands are strangers, they assist my end