Burning Hearts And Bleeding Crosses

For me, life has no meaning anymore,
My soul wants to fly, it can't keep me here,
You broke my heart and it will never mend,
Now the stormy rains beat my last refrain,
As the cold north winds call my name,
The agony of my thoughts will always remain.

You made me believe in your magical powers,
Now dying fairies lie scattered among the flowers,
They converse with the pain of my somber thoughts,
To peel the death knell of the visions I sought,
I dream only of the dark places that urge me to,
Surrender to the loneliness of my solitude.

My written words speak only of anger and grief,
But they can't ease the pain of your broken promises,
This goodbye is forever as I stand on the sill,
My crying soul can no longer hide from the world,
It cries the melancholy of my heart's lament,
As the last grain falls from the quicksand of my time.

This pagan heart that once loved Earth's wonder,
Now feeds the hounds that prowl around my door,
I watch as the black priestly saints descend,
From their Gothic heaven, to wrap me in their wings,
And I sail towards the light of the pale moon's caress,
Clutched firmly to the black angel's breast.

Now I stand alone before Black Heaven's alter,
As the Raven passes sentence on my life's disorder,
To rearrange the love spilled from a heart that bled,
And to relight the flame within a soul that's dead,
To relay the morbid psalm that glorifies my losses,
Forever, among burning hearts and bleeding crosses.