With Rue And Fire - Novembers Doom

Walking alone with a tempting grin to follow the voice that guides

A small frown.

Sobs echo past these blinded eyes and deny me of my

Happiness.

Dismal shades of light brightens my path to solitude

And sympathy.

In some sick way I enjoy my pain.

It always seems to

Indulge me.

Frozen walls of ice guard my every dream, protecting

Me from what seems real.

With rue and fire, all demons are cast

Away.

With water and stone, the sadness drowns in vain.

On thorns

And glass, I’m tortured with love.

In tears and blood, I forgive

You once again.

This day, I remember the cloudy sky In which I

Traveled high above.

But now my wings are broken and I am left

Alone