posted on Apr, 21 2016 @ 02:59 PM
Fallen from grace I lay upon my tomb, away from my loves, my lives. I lay there 'neath the Moon's frozen stare, all alone to the breath of the
realm. That cold eye stared down upon me with no hope, no love for me. Its sight penetrated the clouds that wept their dismay upon me and battered my
skin for my sin. The day's light would never grace me, no more, never feel that warmth again.
Fallen from grace I lay there dying without hope, without any's attention. From my hands I reaped the losses that I sowed. The Moon above me went
dark as my love's turned away from me. Their images haunted me, would taunt me chasing me through death.
I lay there upon my tomb staring into the black abyss. I lay there dying inhuman and not a soul could see the pain of me, not a one cared at all so I
ran into the depths of Death, unto his embrace, the only one who cared at all.
I cried upon the world for the deepest loss of love, sold lies to those dear and wept inside beyond the sight of mortals. Inhuman I fell from grace,
the loss of love took its toll.