The Everlasting

Virgin Black

Breathe

A faceless one roams for my soul

The air is dense behind me

It follows, brooding, a presence that clamours for

And strikes at my soul

Shadows slant, the darkness clings and coiled

Hiding in corners it conjures none but fear

Yet my muted children testify, the everlasting

Not a sound to my ears yet my spirit is defeated

By cacophonous chatter

It follows and strikes at my soul

It follows

Give me silence

Why can I never rest from this aloof pursuer?

Please give me my peace

A wavering shadow

I wake to find it looming

Touched but never held

Its hand stops my breath

I am mourning, my eyes are stained

I feel his sacred tears upon me

His sobs strike against my heart

The faceless, haunts me

Scared but perfect and beautiful

I see the face of...

Lashed with my every burden

The air is dense before me

I cannot deny

But can I embrace?