I can't do anything...
I've lost the time and eternity... I don't have.
She is standing here dressed all in white
dead eyes closed, skin covered with ice
What does she long for?
Feeling the chill upon her face?
What do I long for?
Blinking my eyes to see the ruins of my life?
Seduce me, sweetheart, with crimson lies.
For the vanished and unheard
only loved when she's gone
searching a name for her withered home.
She is painting letters to lines carefully drawn
Makes up childhood games, gropes for toys missed for so long.
For the heart I once had?
The one beating in pain.
For the greed in her face?
And a man without a name.
From the Chalice of Dreams
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