Pillbox Impressions-Sirrah

(Slave To Her Lair) Rainy mood haunts our minds looking through the agony Depression brought by the darkest times When hope is hard to feel Tell me the truth of heart that throbs in you The rains they freeze me through Then grief is like the wound Drown in sin with pain that dwells within When hopeless views are falling to the past As hands not young and strong as before We are in ruin With the lack of hope, distrust, undying love We lie among them bleeding The truth of what will come from beneath It dwells inside our hearts Staring at my windows, black, I see nothing But the end No escape and no way out Stay with me and force me to stay Comfort me I live on the edge Slave to my own grief Do as you wish but I don＇t understand How you could bear all this Solitude is a complaint of nuclear tribes Effusive feelings bring them down No way to ease this pain when hope melts in rain The tears from silent heaven