Essence of Wounds - Lamented Souls

It is the essence of wounds

When Morpheus neglects me

It is the bittersweet moon

Against your face it won’t protect me

And when I stumble off your trail

The illusion gently fades

That your innocence prevail

That I will recognise it one day

And this voice inside my head

That comes to me at night

It keeps telling me you are dead

Although I know you’ll never die

And these words I’ve always known

Seem so hard to face alone

When you tell me that I will find

What you tell me that I will know