The Graveyard

The heart is a graveyard of dying dreams,
where souls of broken relations rest in agony,
where the Undertaker is the God himself,
and the dark nights compose the graveyard symphony..

The blood still drips & the soil still wet,
smelling of memories when we first met..
I remember those eyes with first-love's fear,
which left mine wet till the last tear..

I could see my dreams drifting away,
as the fresh green grass was turning to hay..

She and he raised a relation tree,
on a land made fertile with my own blood,
to me no love n for him a loving spree,
to me a draught n for him its a flood..

My love n my dreams r a distant thought,
now all lie buried in the graveyard of my heart...

Shying thru the nights
I hide my face in guilt
as every night my love fights
because of my life's evil silt,
as she fights for life
she fights with death
I wish I could help
but ve to settle a debt,
I love her so
and she knows that well
but cause of my evil
we hardly could dwell,
I curse myself because of my sin
two days prior to the devil's grin,
He left his marks on my face to remind
that u ve to settle it all here
and cant leave none behind,
my love and my life r left to dwindle
as everyone laughs by at the Fallen Angel...