~*Rose Serenade*~

As my single tears are dripping
My sight turns ever so hazy
Away from the Light I am drifting
And my heart begins to beat lazy

I slaughter myself with my blade
I lay down into the grass to get high
With roses in my hands, I am afraid
The thorns are piercing my hands, why?

Drugs are playing tricks on me
My world in my head is crying, screaming
I imagine million knives falling down on me
I know I've ruined my beautiful dreaming

Ignorant bliss, innocent laughter
My little naive girl in me
A deep, passionate kiss I hope I'll get after
I am brought back.. to me

Patterns
Flying, moving, flashing in swirls
.."Shit happens"..
Say the boys and the girls

It repeats, repeats, repeats in my poor head
I laugh as I cry, I truly wonder
When will I be considered dead?
I wish for stormy weather and thunder

But then I remember the smell of roses
In my forgotten isolation from the Light
I recall it in immense doses
Because suddenly that redness feels so right

The intense colour in my mind
Makes my heart beat stronger
And even though I might now be as good as blind
I know it helps me last longer

Because that rose serenade
Is what I remember perfectly
Because it will never, ever fade
And I recall it willingly

Yet my free will is an illusion
As my thoughts are killing me
And in this terrible confusion
The smell of those roses is filling me

Because that rose serenade
Is what I remember perfectly

Every blossom
Every leaf
Every thorn
Was a relief

Because that rose serenade
Was from you, my love

~Moonchild

~*Distant Light*~ 

Silent so silent and silently
One tear for my years
White days after white days
The old churches still remembering
Whispers and souls of youngmen in love
And now I recall the warm heart of my emotion

The silence all around the snowy gardens
And late at night the last open cafe in a dark street
Down some stairs
She's gone into a distant light

Silent so silent and silently
One stone for my years
And all the others are gone

The silence all around the snowy gardens
And late at night the last open cafe
In a dark street down some stairs
The fable's ending
Vienna is still shining
Her chant cuts with a lament
The dying sunset beams
Blue blood of Winter
She's gone into a distant light

*Lyrics by Kirlian Camera, song called Heldenplatz.