A gilded cage
A frosted glass
These are all that I have
He is alone
His emptiness is now mine
No blood can drown me
No wine can numb me
All that is left is a whisper
A promise of something good
Gone with my night
The hunt has no more joy
He is heartless and grave
I am cold and hungered
Movement is stale
A glory has set on the horizon
No peace will solve me
No flight will resolve within me
In the name of the unholy spirit
He has gone
Only my soul is still with him...
- Arielle
A frosted glass
These are all that I have
He is alone
His emptiness is now mine
No blood can drown me
No wine can numb me
All that is left is a whisper
A promise of something good
Gone with my night
The hunt has no more joy
He is heartless and grave
I am cold and hungered
Movement is stale
A glory has set on the horizon
No peace will solve me
No flight will resolve within me
In the name of the unholy spirit
He has gone
Only my soul is still with him...
- Arielle