The Fallen

Looking out of her own window
It fades
Laying waste
To plans she has made
Disappearing
In a cold enshrouding haze
Can she find it
Before her final days

Her days, this phase

Her daze, this maze

Her own prisoner
Left for dismal
Dreams of freedom
Slave in fear of

This life
Tears its' skin from my bones

One shred of hope
Separates me from my soul

This night
Tears your kin from their homes

In one moment, we suffer
For salvation
Alone

Thoughts are grey
As are the colors inside
Peering through a veil on her eyes
Dreams of a golden sun on the horizon
Is but a candle
In the darkness of her love

Her love, this drug

Her love, this lust

Find her wandering
In her squandering
Places, people
Hatred, evil



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Jones, Stephen Ambrosino
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