Shadow's SlumberSend the souls of saints to find
Secrets locked within my mind.
Sand to stone and sight to sleep,
Sirens sing of loss and grief.
Sorcerers from highest peaks
Cast your spells into the deep.
Servant of the shadow's kiss,
Cast me now to the abyss.
Delicate ThingsToday, the air tasted of summer and good things to come.
We frolicked in the sun, without a single care in the world.
All she could see were white flowers.
She told me she loved me in the summer.
Many nights we did spend atop the summit of our hidden mountain.
I would sing to you songs of love and devotion.
I cannot say how many late nights we spent, carefree
Lost in the season, in your eyes.
And I knew these nights would be with me forever.
But then came a cold wind that spoke of winter, and delicate things
I never could match up the pieces.
And I'm so, so, sorry.
AshesIt's so late at night and all I can fathom is regret.
All I know is sorrow and fuck it all, if only I could take it back.
Apologetic; pathogenic. This is my last "I'm Sorry"
Why can't I stop crying? What does this desolation mean?
We burned the whole park down, we burned the whole park down.
And all that's left is ashes.