Saturday, July 7, 2012

Release your grip and let me go.

Stay with me a while,
Rise above the vile.
Name my final rest,
Poured into my chest.

Into the orchard I walk peering way past the gate.

Wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait.
Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead.
Halo of death, all I see is departure.
Mourner's lament but it's me who's the martyr.

Pledge yourself to me,

Never leave me be,
Sweat breaks on my brow,
Given time ends now.

Into the orchard I walk peering way past the gate.

Wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait.
Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead.
Halo of death, all I see is departure.
Mourner's lament but it's me who's the martyr.

Spirit painted sin,

Embers neath my skin,
Veiled in pale embrace,
Reached and touched my face.

Into the orchard I walk peering way past the gate.

Wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait.
Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead.
Halo of death, all I see is departure.
Mourner's lament but it's me who's the martyr.

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