torn into isolation
sorrow carves its art
deep... deep into my flesh
never healing scars
solitude arises
casts a wicked grin
like a serpent it coils
it coils me from within
stare into nothingness
my soul come undone
... the art of sadness...
stare into the eyes of sadness
a thousand dying suns
by a sculture of demise
envisionned in sorrow's dreams
by a sculture of demise
envisionned in sorrow's dreams
re-shaped again through his eyes
re-shaped again through his eyes
the art of sadness, etched into my soul
the art of sadness, etched into my soul
the art of sadness, etched into my soul