Chronicles of Dysphoria

Darkness stretch these realms that taint me On these sheets forever curled She who drew the light from shadows Never shall again be held... Spectre of the idle hours Rest upon this dying sun We who touched the souls of all In mortal life shall not be

When they finally claim you All matter will cease, all dreams will expire And with a dead angel＇s touch And the loss of myself The vapour will fade Until the day that I join you When you finally take yourself Day will be night, all will be nothing As

Where once a naive child learnt the ropes of life and pain An ashen path has forged to view those remnants with disdain As leaves descending earthward are a seasonal display Within those trees and subtle breeze I fell to grace today Where once a shel

The change is made within an innocent breath A veil around an existence Accursed with a solitary death Dancing a line of unending decline Over chasms I knew not to be A wave of emotions 'pon desolate oceans That drown in a lust to be free Though bird