Lacrimosa

Tears fall like rain on a marble tomb, Soft lament in the velvet gloom. A shadowed veil, a breath unsaid, Footsteps fading where angels bled. Wings of ember, burned away, I reach for you through cold decay. The Lacrimosa calls my name, A requiem’s flame in silent grey. Through hollow halls where echoes break, Your voice returns—a distant ache. A candle shivers, frail and thin, The night devours what might have been. Wings of ember, turned to dust, Your breath dissolves in broken trust. The Lacrimosa speaks in cries, A choir of ghosts beneath the skies. Black roses fall on frozen stone, Each petal marks the years alone. Through winding paths of memory’s maze, I chase your shadow through silent haze. Beneath the weight of a dying sun, I kneel before what we’ve become. Judgment lingers, cold and low, A requiem hums through fractured glow. The Lacrimosa calls my name, A requiem’s flame in silent grey. Lyrics: Cheshirah