|
Your eyes reflect the slow decay
As vitality is lost and colour fades
A decrepit stray wonders town
A withered wretch among wretched hounds
My eyes reflect what was before
What once was but nevermore
Like lost Lenore, like a broken plate
Shattered for good, it’s no good, it’s too late
As time turns wine to water
Erasing miracles, turning birth to slaughter
A daughter stealing her mother’s face
Growing ‘to it as the other wastes
A mighty rock turns to dust
Succumbing to time, as we all must
And trust in faith to save our souls
As we rust into dust and decay in a hole
Falling to pieces as time takes its toll
Just like the plate we can never be whole
We rust into dust and decay in a hole
|
