In Memories Past - Novembers Doom

The scent of you is always on my mind,

Searching for the strength to carry on.

Buried deep within my soul,

Your memory will punish me.

I no longer see a future with your smile.

When shadows fall dark upon your stone,

And dying leaves have covered all the words,

I hold the answers to the questions that I dare not speak.

In this darkest hour I’m alone.

A careless walk through fields of virtue,

And calling out to every shattered dream.

Circling the innermost thoughts,

For this is the day I have truly died.

The scent of you is always on my mind,

Searching for the strength to carry on.

Buried deep within my soul,

Your memory will punish me.

I no longer see a future with your smile.

When shadows fall dark upon your stone,

And dying leaves have covered all the words,

I hold the answers to the questions that I dare not speak.

In this darkest hour I’m alone.