A Thorn of Wisdom - My Dying Bride

There’s dark here, dark enough and just the pain you love.

Your reflection is a dying me.

Use it well and flee from me.

You hide your hair from victims and stoop to drink straight from them.

I know my heart flows away from thee.

And wounded tears come crashing down.

I sometimes enjoy solitude.

Inspecting her shame keeps me amused.

Leave the world and pain to me.

And keep your soul far from sleep.

And ghost turned against ghost.

I lay for you and I was choked.

The cost to me being more than I had to bestow.

I sometimes enjoy solitude.