The Funeral Portrait

Opeth

You wait by the window

Morning's breath on the sill

Idle hands given another try

So you wait and you savour the moment

Outside the canvas turned white

Ruby eyes in the fog



Rain washing clean all the sins

A liquid gown that covers all

Your loathe turns endless

Opened mirage sooths your sense

Locked on the pinnacle

The best secret within



Like a derelict child

Heart burning for a stranger

Ascending to the meek

Flock round the liars in awe



Caked in the soil beneath

Fear me when we meet

Turn away in admiration

My firm grip round the nucleus of joy



Enough of this

You will leave me now

You will see it now

Perish at my hands



Close to you

Tangled up in hair

Fresh stigma looks

Shall I take you with me

And it is cold

Ruby eyes in the fog

It is me



And you are just like them all

Stained by the name of fathers

I'm greeting my downward fall

Leaving the throes to others