Aschatria - Poetry

The true song brought me from the underworld,
yes I had to fall, this is all your magnitude, 
please forgive me my appetites, 
I don't know different, my ways are so rough.
The true song brought me from the underworld,
at the end it was all a color of your air, 
please forgive me my confusion, 
I don't know different, my hearth is still an inferno.

I have found your little music box
on the dump side, seared,
other demons cry out loud, for the dooms sake
leave it until it doesn't break.
It sounded so right, it sounded so nice
it prove me that after all I do have some hearth, 
I had to fall, but calm, I am nothing but a vigor, 
yet another demon who took a dive.

You know my score, I'll walk outta door.
I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go now.
I have left, I have screamed - I don't need you!!
I will talk and you'll cry - you can't help.
You know my score, I'll walk outta door.
One of us, one of us, one of us is fake.

I'm stuck in the ice,
a mechanical doll with no heart.
This is not a bubble fantasy to break,
to come into me,
a silent rhapsody of the still mind.

The only sound that fills my time is the clock I hear
when you put your hand on my polar grave.

The snow is as the dust on a globe,
filled your room with lots of toys,
reading books with the frost
hanged on like the love lies bleeding
through the windows into your rebellion.

This is not the courage, to rot  until you die alone, to wish
upon a dread frozen beyond and wait until you are gone.

The only sound that fills my time is the clock I hear
and soon, very soon the clock will stop.