The Evanescence Of Mourning

My Kutless heart has learned

The Art Of Dying, if only to

Numb the sorrows of awakening;

To bring serenity as I drown

In this Puddle Of Mudd called

Existence.

So here I stand, idly watching the

Dead Poetic lines that so very

Clearly describe the outcomes

Of all paths less chosen in my life,

Believing that All That Remains

Was this meaningless existence

Amidst the Disturbed, awaiting the

Day Of Fire.

You came along, like the Lamb Of God,

Bringing salvation to my dying essence,

Taking the Flyleaf in the book called

My life, and filled it with your beauty.

You taught me that, to remain Trapt 

In sorrow is to enslave myself to the

Hatebreed, and to Rise Against those

That would ensnare me in their grief.

You took my dreams, and made them

Reality, fulfilling my lifelong Nightwish;

To feel the undying love of another,

The warm embrace of angels.

Let your compassion Shinedown

Upon me, and one day, As I Lay Dying,

Let your love envelop me and alleviate

My fears of death.

Now, as the Shadows Fall, I can feel 

This Staind soul Bleeding Through the pain

Suffered between us;

Smile Empty Soul, for you shall see her

Again.