Somber Reflections - Third Realm

The light on your face becomes dimmer, your smile is as crooked as mine,

the blood on the floor becomes thicker, this mixture will taste like wine

Now you can go your own way, but death is a good friend to have,

the cut of your veins will seal shortly, they will open again

it’s like you are visiting my grave, with flowers and dressed up in black,

remember we thought we were once brave?

oh why are turning things back?

The time on the clock shows no scars, a cruel messed up game we called life,

I’ll meet you again somewhere, someday, you are the ghost I call wife

Am I holding on to you?

Am I holding on to truth?

Am I holding on to any, anything at all?

is my life so blooming blue?

tell me what I have to do, am I holding on to any, anything at all?