When

Red sun rising somewhere through the dense fog
The portrait of the jaded dawn who had seen it all before

This day wept on my shoulders
Still the same as yesterday
This path seems endless, body is numb
The soul has lost its flame
Walking in familiar traces
To find my way back home

So there I was
Within the sobriety of the immortals
A semblance of supernatural winds passing through
The garden sighs, flowers die

The gate was closed that day
But I was bound to carry on
She could not see me through the windows
In dismay, strangest twist upon her lips
Graven face, she said my name

Once inside I heard whispers in the parlour
The gilded faces grin
Aware of my final demise

Demise
Demise
Demise

And I cried
I knew she had lied
Obsession had died
It had died

When can I take you from this place?
When is the word but a sigh?
When is death our lone beholder?
When do we walk the final steps?
When can we scream instead of whisper?

When is the new beginning
The end of this sad Madrigal