Origins Of Mourning

Rogga:

And thus the crawling begins

Upon a road of gravel and blood

I see your face… as you’re dying

And thus the suffering begins

Down the corridor of regret

I feel you lifeless shape cradled in my arms

And thus the bleeding begins

Along a trail of memories

I hear her voice… it breaks-

- As she’s crying

And thus the mourning begins

Inside these walls of apathy

I never knew how to ease her sorrow

Ed:

How did you ever find the key?

Why did you open the cabinet?

The shining piece of deadly steel

So heavy in your tiny hands

The shot that tore the night in two

The blood that stained the carpet

The bag they put your body in

Rogga:

I wish they’d sealed my instead

Ed:

Roses on a coffin… As you slowly sink-

- Into the earth

Mourners softly sobbing… I can’t even cry-

- I’m numb with hurt

We never stood a chance… our bond-

- so fragile

Where could we go from here… No where

Rogga:

And so I fled, into another world

A world inside my mind, not to be reached

Completed denial, this never happened

I had to shut her out to save-

- the last bits of my sanity

And so she fled, into another life

A life without me, without this grief

Complete estrangement, I let it happen

She had to get away, or torn to stone –

- just like me