[bluemoon24]

Anathema



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Judgement





Asleep is the rose, in tired innocence dreaming time away.



Secure in the comfort of slumbers faint embrace.



Blissfully ignorant, unaware of the imminence.



Recurring memories emerge from the deep of old



secrets unforgotten sleep. They sink beneath the surface



just long enough for you to breathe. Then return to choke



you when you wake up alone. Shredded inside there's one



place left to turn. A long-term problem, a temporary remedy,



but fuck it all anyway you can pretend to be happy.



So many years of pathetic lies, empty promises and unfulfilled



dreams are scattered like dust into the winds.



Looking for the sun that eclipsed behind black feathered wings.



Tomorrow never comes, there was only ever one day but now it's too late.







The inequity of fate



The pains of love and hate



The heart-sick memories



That brought you to your knees







And the times when we were young



When life seemed so long



Day after day



You burned it all away







All the hate that feeds your needs



All the sickness you conceive



All the horror you create



Will bring you to your knees