Obsidian

Remembrance

I don't think I can lift my hand
 From this painting so gray
 Where every path leads to pain
 Where an eternal night steals every shape

 At my feet
 Lie the wounds
 The dismal stones
 Will the mist be my shield
 In the places where I can't see

 Fall, obsidian night
 Fall and devour me

 Fall obsidian night
 Fall and devour me
 Fall obsidian night
 Leave your wide shadows on me


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