Glorious days now inside of tumors
Birds that preached are without perky humor
And my hopeless half-asleep mind of mine
Is currently inside wet eyes that whine.
Who is that peaking through the closet?
It's Mister Darkness proceeding through.
May hidden fingers soften my sorrows
For I've run out of soothing solutions.
Even the pouring water won't sleep
The drip-drop footsteps constantly creep.
Not one can taste the sounds of my sobbing
Dancing daisies' bruised hearts now throbbing
And my desolated soul is bleeding
From held hands that's birthed terminal beatings.
Who is that frolicking in the graveyard?
Oh hello to the dismal whisperings.
May the whistling kiss me of clouds' breaths
Oh take me, take me, blow me from death
For I hear the chiming clocks counting down
It's of raindrops from irritated clouds.
Cheerful days now fallen into lone nights
The glowing stars hide from my site
Will someone lift my heart? I think not...
I'll sleep in my virgin hands till I rot.