In which not only the mask dies.



So as the year has spent the meaning

Of all the hopes - the bitter days.

To learn the good within the griefing

To hope the best as I start to sink.



Why did I have to leave my fears

Behind the hills of loneliness?

Why did I have to find her here,

who loved the black behind my mask?



Hand scratching this face - for Christin and the days.

Blood dripping on dust - for the love I have lost.

My flesh and bones - for the fear and the moans.

My life - my pain - to dream with her everyday.



This angels voice that fell upon

My fading life my fading lies.

Christine may you now mask

This dying naked soul of mine.