Sea Of Desperation 22nd November
I regret I'm pain
I am paralyzed
Good days are gone
October meet moonrise
I am forced back
To place you had died
I found your dress, it holds your scent
My eyes was full of tears
As light swiftly drown
Strong wings of grief is spread
I flee through time
Your likeness comes again
In my dreams
I see you alive
All is the same
And sun plays in your hairs
My mind's too weak
To remember
Time – worst enemy
Erasing me
My nerve strings pitched
Night weaves nostalgic
Drowsing oblivion
Terrible sights
Many words are dead
Many deeds to proof your life was good
Are undone...
