From darkness I tread
To heal my wounded mind,
Echoes of the past strong and lingering,
To your arms I dive seeking justness and cause
Yet loneliness pounds me still.

The warm tender gaze had long gone
Buried under cold crystal eyes, voices from the past hunt
My sleep with the echoes of laughter condemning me to die
A frozen embrace is all that's left from a life that were
sweeter still
And the sent of jasmine mixed with blood caries my tiers in
the wind

I slowly bleed throughout my life
The curse of longevity had stroked upon me
I await the reaper to sing its lullaby
And in my final breath console me.