Landscapes Aurora
Under the weight of a sleepless night, when all is silent
And all is dark, with no god to serve as suspect or scapegoat
I murmur murderous curses for a world that revels in its capacity to be brutal
The cruelest among us eat best, the sharpest teeth pull the most meat from the bone
The ghosts of moonlit lanes know my name. I've stalked
Them all before
Idle in stolen moments, hiding from the worlds hungry
Claws
In a blue moons full moon, in the splendor and rush
Beset by regret, let love gather dust
The savagery of revelry has left me pulled apart
Calling upon the siren songs to haunt a hardened heart
All the pretty sutures, bleeding fleeting futures
Through the curse and the mercy of wanderlust stupors
It all comes crashing down, like the heavens, like the waves
The muses have only proven that all beauty fades
Upon a bed of roses, upon a bed of nails
I've lost all of my loved ones to graves and betrayals
It seems to be, on nights like these, we've made a hell of earth, the very damnation we deserve
This is when we sit beside the graves we've dug
