Dark, Weak, Lonesome

Tomorrow dawn tastes like
Sweet honey dew and bitter black coffee
Seasons go with time and tide
Just another way to feel and dream

You see the way, but it’s too far
None can step, none can reach
Like wandering among the shadows in the dark
Searching for silver light of the bridge

You hide your tears
Not because of fear
But of that paralyzing weakness
The one can see in your eyes

The way takes you far
Right through the dark
Where you dwelt for long
Bold, drunk and high
Telling yourself lies
Every fucked up dawn

Not a saint, unholy, yet true
The one who knew the dark side
I wish I could paint you
Through the beat of heart

Those memories live within
Tearing and weaving another path
And pain is slowly ceasing
Leaving a long pale mark
Unseen and deep print
Upon black heart

None dies without scars
Upon our soul or our skin
Yet we all have our marks
Unforgotten, unforgiven

Look through the mirror and see
The endless way across dead field
Of untold tales, of all the human pain
All those fallen in vain

Leaving this world in time
Is but a greatest pleasure
Just to vanish with tide
Without any pressure
To drown silently in quivering waves
Of ever fading dreams of our last days

We seek another world
To be heard and forgiven
The words dwell now untold
But so deep and pleading