Burning Bridges (Iskald)

I’m watching the peaceful stars Their glow has diminished, I think Things are looking awfully grim It starts to rain from the clearest of nights You sorry eyes cut through my heart Flowers feeding from a river of tears Go now mom, let me walk this path I turn my back and for once in my life, I’m alone Barrels filled with fuel and fire Seducing all the staring eyes Becoming a place of gloomy thoughts A young mothers cry passing by It’s been fourteen weeks and 4 nights Since my hands felt loving kindness Those very hands have now forgotten how to pick beautiful red roses The birds sing no song tonight The only stare at me, as if I was one of them I ask you now, carrion crow, am I not? This is no place for dead birds I think of home as it used to be smells of fruit and bread Time has changed, and the bread has moulded I fear the feast of the flawless My gun is cold but pounds through flesh Much like my heart within my chest The day I left I turned to tide Now a victim of a vengeful ride In my dreams I see a madman The man I’m about to become Oh sweet home why did I leave all my friends and foes The piano plays from time to time I wish it was my mom My shy smile and clear blue eyes Judged for the things that I’m not I’ve begun to see the beauty in dead men Their lifes live on in my veins How can it be that I dream no more Have they left me alone I sit in my hole which I dug today Here I leave my waste For once I’m up I got to see The beautiful sunrise in rain I can smell it in the peaceful morning The smell of burned flesh It’s normal now, is that odd? I bet my mom would say yes Come now and take a walk with me Just for a couple of miles And I’ll tell ‘bout my dreams Which I no longer have For tomorrow there will be no peace And now is the time No alarm I heard tonight is different from the others Burning bridges to my past I will mourn for you I’ve become the madman The prophet in my dreams