The Pale Door

A mortician of life
My own two hands placed gently upon your grave
This blade wrapped around my throat
I can not say what I have done
It haunts me, this thought of you wondering where I have gone

This pale door between us

Keeper of sin, I've perfected the craft of one's true darkness
Hidden from the light, devouring
Swarming sadness
Passenger of this cessation
Guided by he who has taken my hand
Trails of destruction laid forth summon the harsh reality of death

You lay there while I dwell in my own madness
The memories invading my head, as I crumble
My Contrition
Absolution, I plea to shield me from this

A coffin of anger bleeding from the center
Story of misery, a tale of betrayal and abandonment
A dark place of contemplation is where I dwell
Years after years I let you down and turned away from you

Sequenced with the pain I feel pairs with remorse
The king of weak souls on a throne of torment
Lifeless gaze
Ritual of repentance
Suffer from these thoughts of your agony

I'm sorry I misplaced my mind
I wish I could touch your soul one last time

My future remains a question
As for you, you will be protected
As for me, Ill continue on with guilt in my life
This Shile of torture
These are my last words to you
Searching for tranquility
I'm in a fog surrounded by my disdain

This pale door between us
Hoisted over the place that you'll lay
Eulogized in sorrow



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Meisenheimer, Ian Smith, Lukas Hubbard, Parker Yowell
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