(An Ode To A) Silent Lover - Dark Project

Laid my head on the blades of green grass

Smell of unrest homeward bound

Trails that lay cold and forgotten

Perceive and smell, someone’s around

Guised in black hood, myself copied

Raises arm and the truth he narrates

«I am but a shade of your making

Time shall tick and one shall stay»

How am I supposed to untangle

This riddle played in blacks and whites?

One me begs to turn my way around

Another points to a hell bound flight

Inanimate body on the blades of green grass

Orchid smell conquers the rotten

Black hood me wins the battle

The other me is soon forgotten

One truth stands godforsaken

An ode to a silent lover

One hood stays unmistakable

One gets burned, one uncovers

I Seek not peace of mind

Nor counterfeited words of grief

Sorrow’s not my godsend present

Another world shall wait for me

Lives are just illusions my friend

The hooded you shall set you free

Terminate one painful event

«Death is a twin born with thee»