1. INTO THE WELLS OF SORROW

Ghostwinds draw forth the clouds
That will shroud me in black forever.
Once again I stare into the night;
Darkness binds my life and death together.

The dark clouds, a portrait of her;
The black cloaked face of death.
Her empty eyes, a hallway to heaven,
But, my sanctum is beyond unfathomed depths.

I will never be at rest,
'Til the sun forever sets...


2. SHORES OF DESOLATION

A call to the sea,
To cleanse my soul of ill;
Of hate and depression, be freed,
My fate, thus fulfilled.

Summon me forth, the sussuration
Of the blackest tides;
No longer the shores of emptiness
Shall I tread infinietly inside.

Frigid, mournful winds
Travels the black chasms of my soul
Awaiting sweet death,
I will again be whole

Tumultuous waters extract me from
This mortality to which I'm bound;
Evolved from the body, useless
Time expired, futile life drowned.