Bliss Of Solitude

Autumn:
Let your rain wash my sins away
A gentle stream down my face

My skin is stained and bruised
Crimson drops on pale flesh

Ease my pain
Erase this despair
A nendless sleep
Would be the bliss
Of solitude

My soul is soiled and tainted
By the guilt and the shame
The wounds I bear left scars within
Profound in my being
The tears I cried turned to blood
Drained my soul
I am sorrow and sorrow is me
As autumn dies I close my eyes...

Ease my pain
Erase this despair
A nendless sleep
Would be the bliss
Of solitude