Paroles de Trauma

Through years of lucid trauma Through tears and sleepless nights have I screamed Bid terrors, leave this savant! Get out mine ears, away my sight! With every waking hour She calls to me with wanton grace How can I stay this horror And the truth of my affliction mirrored in her face? In darkest witching hour His twisted form closed distance As he crept towards her dorm They watched, disfigured, shadows flickered Darkness clothed the moon Choked silent and left breathless of splendour As he descended at her bedside Awakened by a whisper rose above the storm without Two fisted, she resisted as he clasped one hand across her tiny mouth As fell the pall in silence So too the fragile veil In the courtyard outside A murder of ravens, relieving themselves of sight Chose their remaining days in darkness As if the shame would never leave them