Death's Candle in the Rain

Hunter of tears, relative to pain...

half of this world is dark with an blood stain,

Close my eyes and dream of death

Slip away and take a breath

I listen to the trees, they hum.

And hold hands with the moon

The rain splashes on the candle,

I could not wake the dead girl dreaming,

Mutate me and breed yourselves a savior

I could not kill the dead girl screaming,

I have fallen deep in love with the sky...

Fragments of a sunbeam glaring on a the soon to be dead's eye.

Everyone whispers... and the birds fall dead

This is the madness the death has made in your head.

Death's candle in the rain, will not blow out...

I wish I could get rid of your depthless doubt.

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