Of cruel solitude

Hist! tragedy awakes
Her lament shakes lunacys gates
and tears the ribbon twixt their fates

Malevolence by human hands wiped out the seal of innocence
as life extincts within his gaze the lustre yields his face

yet more drama lies in dormant state

a desperate deed gave her the key to abolish all inanity
insentient but saturnine, she sipped from poisoned wine
it´s the redemption of flesh, a sensual danse of resurrection
so revere the end, for farewell means true revelation

Ah what sweet void appears
and no more fears, no more tears to bear

gentle flows of pale tender silk
take forth all pain from her at last

...but through the dim haze craves her past

death just could not salvage thus it is not the final gate
and once again came these terrible nightmares...

Existence flickered weak in the presence of decay
yet she longed for his warming embrace
shivering spirits bound by the absence of life
no reunion was granted to them

this wicked and naked truth tasted so fell
cruel solitude came to her turning all hopes into hell
and finally she found others like her
suicide princesses failed to be heard
chimed in to her elegy of wounded wrists and true love

sing with me the last song of our kind
because we are all dust in her childish hands...