Caress of darkness

It is dark

Dark like me

And it heals my sorrows

Tears me free

Darkness

That makes me blind

And makes me see

That makes me numb

But makes me feel

Erase who I am

Keep the world dark

Make me understand

I´ve cried my last cry

I´ve sung my last song

I´ve sought every lie

Mourned what was wrong

Thus being what I´ve become

Though I should no longer long

There is one more ting I crave:

To feel the trace of a whisper

Echo in my grave.

Song of a cry

I feel flames of fire on my cheeks

I lick the tears upon my lips

Erase the thorns upon my head

My chest free from the spike of lead

Thus my heart torn from that chest

Theres as much beauty in the grothesque

As stars that flaw the sky

So I let darkness crown my cry

And I cry

“How much water

lies in a rose of fire?”

You whisper

“As much as there is

in man´s nature desire”

But if that´s what it takes

To burn down such passion

Then morbidity should not be tamed

By such a smple distraction

So then

Why is the world what it´s become?

And why is there any mercy to come?

And why´s the dark a piece of card?

But my lip just bleeds as I bite down hard

So I let it be in my black deep lawn

And share it only with you until the dawn

IHG