The night is filled with mystery and lies.
It can taint the purest heart till darkness consumes them whole.
All I have left is my sins and pain,
For the light has for shunned me in vein,
All my desires have expired,
As well as your love for me.
My closet comfort is my tears that clash to the cold ground,
Maybe I was stupid then, and maybe I still am now.
All I know is that I can longer move in the light,
For it pierces my flesh like a sharpen blade,
The moonlight kisses me softly as I cry,
Trying to ease my pain.
But we all know when the night finally dies within me,
When it finally reaches out of my grasp,
My soul will vanish away,
Into the cold, burning air of twilight.
While my unperfected heart,
Lays waste in the bitter ground.
It can taint the purest heart till darkness consumes them whole.
All I have left is my sins and pain,
For the light has for shunned me in vein,
All my desires have expired,
As well as your love for me.
My closet comfort is my tears that clash to the cold ground,
Maybe I was stupid then, and maybe I still am now.
All I know is that I can longer move in the light,
For it pierces my flesh like a sharpen blade,
The moonlight kisses me softly as I cry,
Trying to ease my pain.
But we all know when the night finally dies within me,
When it finally reaches out of my grasp,
My soul will vanish away,
Into the cold, burning air of twilight.
While my unperfected heart,
Lays waste in the bitter ground.
