A Lonely Road
A Lonely Road
We all live with pain
To live is to hurt
Even stars
Will die, eventually
The forbidden things in the sea
In the ethereal blue
Will rise
And stars
Will crown our heads again
I love our rotten petals
And how they bloom
In scarlet blood
I love how death
Is life in disguise
And a hundred years
Will never be enough
To appear properly beautiful
No wonder the pictures we paint
Will never appear in the Garden of God
Till then we will wait
And eat the world raw