Description: I still remember that one lonesome night, when the moon was swollen and ready to burst. When we sat under an old trembling tree and smoked cigarette after cigarette until the pack was empty. You said to me, "Life is nothing but a spiral staricase and we are descending into death. Twists and turns and ups and downs, it doesn't matter once you reach the bottom."
These rusting gates
they cut into my paling wrists.
These gravestones burnt into my brain
trail down the hills in turns and twist.
And my lover is just a wilting flower
set upon the crumbling stone.
And my lover is waiting in the stars
watching as I descend below.
My tears could slick the marble floor
and my eyes look just like glass.
Stained in bloody crucifixion
and my smile is nothing but a mask.
An actor for the rotting gazes
Splitting backs and aching stone
A dance for the eternity
Broken reflections so I'm never alone
My blood could slick the marble floor
Desecration's finally passed
Stained in angelic virgin's faces
Running into shards of glass
And my lover is dressed in ivy leaves
Twisted around his waning glow
And my lover is bathed in sheer moonlight
Falling with the grace of snow