Maudlin Of The Well Garden Songthe Curve That To An Angle Turnd Lyrics

Garden Songthe Curve That To An Angle Turnd Lyrics

Trust lies shivering by the hedgerow, 



Her life bleeds into cold cataracts. 



I see an eclipse in those eyes, rainfall; 



of starlight trapped in bottles. 



My thirsty gaze will always remember. 



Dead, and I pierce her body with shards of me. 



What is afterward left. 







Your face: 



Years wasted blending with a poet's eye; 



I have only a lifetime to forget. 







My painful sleep unearths buried seasons, 



It is only ev'ry morning that I cry; 



Soft laughter seeps into aching wounds. 







Please kiss me, 



Kiss away the cuts you've torn-- 



The knives in your eyes bled my joy lifeless. 







I still thee hold in my loneliness, 



And wish that I could die in your false embrace, 



Holding you forever in a moment of the past. 



My Helen of Troy, please, this war makes me tired. 







Belial 



Rosier 



Pain 



Liar 



I will never trust again.