This Is the Pain Called Sorrow, to the Memory of Me - Ophthalamia

The grey cloudness heaven weeps in its painfull anguish

The mistfilled morning outside is paralysing my mind

My eyes are like to fading ravens on a snowfilled sky

My features are as dying and fading as the rivers of love

This is the pain called sorrow

My scream echoes in the night

This is the no-tomorrow

My useless everlasting fight

(whisper) reality bleeds

Snowdressed whispers gently fall down on silent ground if visions in

Beauty

…ahh under the stars the ancient trees watch my cry

The horizon is filled with black bird singing moaning songs

As my last breath caresses my lips… watch me leave

Who lays a thought on me now as I lie here forgotten?

My eyes memories have been wiped away

The speech of my mouth can’t be awaken no more

My hair which once played with the wind have stopped it’s game

Don’t wake me up !