Same Rope from Cold Decay by Cold Decay

I’ve invented a place where different suns live,
Which burn the seas and consume the nights.
This place is my dream where reality has no rights,
Verdant flowers dance at dusk, have I the will to survive?
Shivering breezes on my neck, slow dancing lights.
This shelter is where my seasons dream,
Blinded by spring’s gleam, summer takes a toll on me.
I could try but I can’t scream.
As crazy as the dawn, as beautiful as a shadow,
Autumn loosen myself down to the ground,
comforted by the coldness of a friendly winter.
And in its arms, I built my church.
Haunted for a moment, this strange monument.
No priest and no God, the doubts, demons and angels.
In that painful nave I laid my bed,
Rusty knives welcoming strangers.
I’ll go away no matter what, i just won’t last (but)
We live, however, without thinking about forever.
I know that in this bed I have my life, I have my death.
I don’t wanna wake up,
Time passes slowly when you're lost in a dream.

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