Torn into isolation
Sorrow carves its art
Deep... deep into my flesh
Never healing scars
Solitude arises
Casts a wicked grin
Like a serpent it coils
It coils me from within
Stare into nothingness
My soul come undone
... The art of sadness...
Stare into the eyes of sadness
A thousand dying suns
By a sculture of demise
Envisionned in sorrow's dreams
By a sculture of demise
Envisionned in sorrow's dreams
Re-shaped again through his eyes
Re-shaped again through his eyes
The art of sadness, etched into my soul
The art of sadness, etched into my soul
The art of sadness, etched into my soul
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