Arrival

Eventually the fire overcame The smell of frost old rooms and dust Now seal the purposes anew The night outside was still the same From the window one could see The long dark road stretch back for miles A path of peril, sleepless black Now breathing slow alone, not free Breathing slow Alone, not free Within this cloak of shame There is nothing worth undoing The night outside is still the same Tragedy, white snow and storm By now would cover any track Of this escape whence no one knew The crime was cold, the passion warm And though all fears were now long dead A whisper of the night advise The door be locked, and better still To keep a shotgun by the bed Sleepless Fearless Lifeless Within this cloak of shame There is nothing worth undoing The night outside is still the same White snow would cover every track Of this escape whence noone knew And all the fears should be long dead The night outside was still the same

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

The playful years of spring Killer's romantic dreams Of misanthropy The playful years of spring Killer's romantic dreams Of misanthropy Of misanthropy The playful memories Killer's romantic dreams Of the misanthrope Yet deep down, the shame Knowing they were only lies Fabricated alibi Though now it seems that all the shame and secrecy was all a waste, was all a waste That those (that those, that those) longings of truth were just a premonition That those lies are now the truth Deep down, the shame Knowing they were only lies Deep down, the shame Knowing they were only lies Deep down, the shame Knowing they were only lies Deep down, the shame Knowing they were only lies Knowing they were only lies Knowing they were only lies