Young Rust

This is absolution

When the morning bleaches

I watch the river die

In the course of my regrets

Where I seek forgiveness

There are no willing hearts to forgive

Before my probing eyes

Running undercurrent

Remorse's sovereign

And in my witching hour

That distant mirage revealed the end

This is a pain not felt

The cult of silence as a white weapon

Stitches together the fabric of our souls

I am the sum of evil

This guilt can't leave behind

The rope is loose around my neck

The seeds are scattered right where they fell

Beneath the surface bleeding

The forsaker still remains unseen

Mark the death of this solemn curse

Walk the path that never ends

Gasp the air from this passionate sigh

Supress the urge hopelessly enshrined

The leash of all my fears

(I am above the circle

Entangled by despair)

Is held by denial

(I lure the inept receiver

Recycling loss again and again)

When the morning bleaches

She watches the river die

In the course of her regrets

Where she seeks forgiveness

There are no willing hearts to forgive

Behind the rust of our youth

The shroud of atonement

Is still draped over us

And above cycling waters

There will be air… too thin, too rare