this silence forewarning and darkness opressing I lay my heart on a bed of tears with misery growing so I paint a picture so dark, and so black upon the canva** of a twisted mind my solitude engulfing and I bleed from my heart with no one to heal so alone, so afraid only pain left to feel I pray for release I yearn to be free I hear the call of the afterlife my sins so great and paradise is calling this paean to woe from a spirit torn a requiem of a soul in decline I await the kiss from an angel so cold the savage grace of final release a penitant soul to be laid to rest redemption must absolution in extremis a cacophony of mourning with love deceased