Thy Passionate Despair
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And I wonder
Through bleeding eyes I stare and behold
Paralysed of those that carry the burden
of Her on their tired backs...
(As I weep...)
Broken and wounded by the love they held so high
When their realms were still proud and mighty
Banners held high against a blackened sky
In blasphemy they dance in front of my eyes
No love will ever dwell within the torn shape that is me...
Hark!
A pitiful beggar before thee I stand
My sorrow I can no longer – hide within my eyes
Deep and dark are the ways to my scorned heart
But unchain me, and I will be yours forevermore...
Let me dream
Breed on my misery
Art thou the answer to my depressions
and my sense of growing misantropy?
Let me bathe in the crystal lakes of your tears
for they shine O'so beautiful...
Yet still gleaming of sorrow they are...
O'how I long for these realms where I (once again)
can be equal among kings...
My body once gifted with such tender and beautiful youth
Now painted with the grim colours of death
"Waste-Dweller – Why do you spin your spell?"
Open me...
Kiss me...
And drink from my scars
Embrace me eternally...
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