Tryst of drink mind the cell of fate consign

Blinded in her night of restless spirit seeking

Lover takes me across mirrors in hidden glass

Pass if you dare in cares of love trying home

Grieve if you can for the man and fate lying in the shadows of human wait

Lasting the crimson bed in fever calling as apple keeps him in eve

Abide not here in the souls of time ripped from life skinned

Burden posed for trying whiter shades of bile seeking tide

Rove a shell of hate regurgitate upon a thorn in yon briar singing

Little mark stillest dressing shallow hollow in back street grove

Vats seek a boil of hearts reaching near a palace waiting in haven cold

Rats pleaded with cats to escape full places calling permenent rest

In child hood pipes a soap of front joys escape life bubbles

Troubles in the rope of hope to see dreams roll in clouds pass

Tree takes me in the wood of all good passing for retry lies

Whisk of breeze knocks me to my knees as out in me agrees

Abode of clay darkens the path way to the rose covered in hate

Erode her soul for the lovers waiting in line for her soul cold

Sword drawn age faces failing hearts in rows waiting the forbidden glade

Raid long gone across the waters of midst and cold finding no hope

Ascent if seek to please the saint in a water chilled by linkage wasted

Lent as the wilder side seeking the outlaw fixation held in diamond late

Breed in peaceful easy grass in hate seeking revenge for troubles lent

In hunger we let that entire pass go beyond hope love and truth to feed

As the last of drink passes lips of red a gift to the need I the patron

Done as wealth in cask set large in cellar cold reaches my heart and hand

Dead weed

Burnt ash

black sold

to mark

last bird

wing

voice

can no

longer

sing