Sore

Yet another scar
on a skin so pale
Seem's like it always
comes that far

Is it fate to fail
To stumble in the hallways
of a life I've never wanted
before I can reach your heart

Yet I'm still haunted
and my soul plays its part
in this endless game
crying out your name

Your black art
tore my heart apart
and my hands got sore
from knocking at your door

A dying beast
only kept alive
by a bitter strife
by the pain released

Yet it would feel so good
to die in your arms tonight
and though I know it ain't my fate
I still hope there would
be a chance, a ray of light
which no suffocation can procreate

Sors immanis
et inanis
rota tu volubilis
status malus
vana salus
semper dissolubilis
obumbrata
et velata
michi quoque niteris
nunc per ludum
dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris