Visions of Crying Eyes

In the wake of the dying moon,
I lay bitter and broken.
In the light of a bleeding sky,
My wounds pry open.
In the vision of her crying eyes,
My bitter, black heart lies shattered and broken.

Within her soft, sweet touch,
I long to stay..
In the darkness, and in the pain...
I was led astray..
In the vision of her mournful eyes,
My bitter, black heart lies dead in the shade..

Within her heart,
I wish to forever be.
For only her love,
Can set my dark and tortured soul free.
But within the visions of her tearing eyes,
My bitter, black heart drowns in the sea..

Within her loving grasp,
I wish I would forever last...
Ger love, I wish to forever hold...
Reguardless of what has happened in the dark past.
Though in that dark vision of her sorrowful eyes,
My heart... My mind.. My very soul, longs to be with her...