Midnight Theory -

Sorrow wears a timeless gown

Matter in darkly abandoned forms

Of all the lives you’ve led

You’ve left no trace

Of all the cards you dealt

This, without a face

Follow what’re you waiting for?

Fear is the shroud you wore

Killer reaping seeds so low

Of all the depths you’ve dreamt

You see the gate

From all the signs it crept

As days abate

Here you see

A sky that grays

Ravens

Sleep away

A gracious breeze

Kindly strokes the green

Lifting below

The final trip begins

From a casket made of leaves

To the land of night

Where only vesper grieves

Wrapped in hazy whites

Life turned faint

Cries seeping in now

Taking them

A weary tide

Drags you slowly in

You stood aside

From whatever crowds may be

Guess along the way you’ve found

This garden of stones

Watched with eyes left unbound

Funeral’s laid to morn

Hollow hell and heavens mate

Pain as flesh dissipates

You watch the dark farewell

To a stranger gone

You watch alone not well

Strongly drawn

Stood silent and foregone

Solemn whispers touch your ears

Watched your own funeral

Carried away from here

Carried away