Death at My Door - Part 2

Unlatch the door to this crypt,

beyond lays a daughter of old.

Sleep full on a madden night,

a heart that forever calls my soul.

Lost among the hands of a broken clock,

eyes explore my inner sanctuary.

Whispers of a lost language,

I hear her in the realm of the dead.

Etched into the seams of destiny is our love,

never to be in life but to fulfill after the coming death.

Mystical soul surrounds my rusted mind,

running among the graves like a plague.

incinerating sadness has unearthed itself in my heart,

I cannot feel the vibrant element from her pure deployment in this harbor.

I turn to the lunacy of the sun for a dark enlightenment,

down into the loathing for comfort,

a foretold anguish is spittle on my face as she vanishes away,

never has become an orphan to me.

Depressed beyond the glories of the stars,

severing my bond to this earth.

Leaving behind a story with no words,

painting the sky with crimson flames.

I cannot remember her last goodbye,

nor can I taste the kiss.

Paled in my filthy mire,

killing myself in the afterlife.

Beholding a scroll of rage,

writing endless tragedy upon the face of time.

Sitting by the hearth under a frosty soberness.

An axe to mend my gallows,

incomprehensible dilemma is the edge.

Softly I lay down the misery of life to dream of my embittered joy.