Damsel Of Grief (Venin Noir)

farewell, damsel of grief you have never been so nigh sadness is your birthmark tearstained fate's beginning to writhe faltering steps from the cradle lead me to these grasping thoughts life could be just a fable neverending pile of knots harlot, crumbles on her knees flawless skills brings anything you please mundane, insane cult of fall securing peace by clinging to lies unheard willing to bestow all her memories don't feel sorry for my plight her eyes shudder with all she sees dirges are sung whilst I dispel the night