Written, performed and recorded by Matt Picone.

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I wander through the empty streets
Of a thousand sleeping cities,
My legacy a nightmare tale
Of endless empty hearts
And where my footsteps fall
The pretty flowers fade and wither
To pass into eternity
Alone and in the dark.

Then after all these centuries of apathy
This innocent awakens something lost in me
I will not take this heart.

I see the blood beneath your skin
Flowing glowing crimson in my sight
Like faded memories of light
Through my eternal night
I feel the quickened pulse within
Beating fleeting scarlet deep inside
The only thing I know of life
Is just an everlasting night.

Alone again I stop
To seek a moment of reflection
And think about the ones
Who for my hunger ceased to be
But I find only demons
I created in the shadows
And through the empty mirror
They cast hatred back at me.

I curse myself for being
and I wonder where it ends and then,
Resisting every thing I am;
I will not take this heart.

I see the blood beneath your skin
Flowing glowing crimson in my sight
Like faded memories of light
Through my eternal night.
I feel the quickened pulse within
Beating fleeting scarlet deep inside
The only thing I know of life
Is just an everlasting...

Night falls and darkness finds me
Hungry for some meaning in this empty unlife
So much less than human in the end
Who wants to live forever
If the only hope is never
To enjoy the simple pleasure
Of a love like paradise on earth again?

instrumental break

As still as stone beneath a laughing moon
I watch her peaceful sleep
Resisting everything I am
I will not wake her now
I will not break my vow
I won’t forsake there’s too much at stake
I will never take this heart.

I see the blood beneath your skin
Flowing glowing crimson in my sight
Like faded memories of light
Through my eternal night.
I feel the quickened pulse within
Beating fleeting scarlet deep inside
The only thing I know of life
is just the everlasting blood beneath your skin
Flowing glowing crimson in my sight
Like faded memories of light
Through my eternal night.
I feel a fleeting of hope within
Inviting me inciting me to rest
To take a final chilléd breath
As I embrace with dawn
And death
Cruel bitter death
Sweet death.

© 2006 Matt Picone