16 August 2012
The light rain trickled across her cold cracked face, She knelt solemnly in the heavy morbid mist, Enslaved by her frosty love-lost embrace, As she mourned for a lover she dearly missed.
A night maiden; consoled by dreary darkness, Trailing the taupe, treacherous and trodden track That severs the possessed woods, so soaked in black, She wanders the wicked shadows in their sheer starkness.
Searching, always searching for that something which cannot be found; An unknown cure for her hungry and hurting heart, That clings callously, tearing her apart. And with each new dawn comes a sombre reminder; unto her grave lament she's bound.
Bound • Opuss № I