Your voice an elixir
Dripped from poison nectar lips
I crave your sugared words
Upon my fingertips
Undying encounters in frozen memories
Live on in moonbeams
Unending downpours
Your words like melodies
Merely sing to me in dreams
As the pale day falls to night
I am left behind
I'm left with ashen hands
With the hands that won't remember
Your golden ambrosia
I will dream
Of my shame
I have slumbered through epochs
Over eras passed on earth just waiting
For your sweetest pooling syrup
To quench my hungered thirst
As the frail day falls to night
I am left behind
I'm left with ashen hands
With the hands that won't remember your golden ambrosia
I will dream
Of my shame (Never more)
'Til the sun is locked away
I will dream of my shame
I've lived life
All in vain
If I've lived my life in vain
I'll be sure to inscribe the pain
Onto tablets that your angels brought down
To testify of rain
When you're finding love at the recesses of language
Where silence thickens beyond comprehension
As the pale day falls to night
I am left behind
I'm left with ashen hands
With the hands that won't remember
Your golden ambrosia
I will dream
Of a life in shame