Behind burried skin

Behind burried skin



Amidst the silver mist,i walk
Under the dying trees,i linger
holding nothing but a cold rose on my way to your resting heaven.

I asked the sleepless phantoms about a pure face,
a face that i still carry its trace
a face that was once living
a face now painted icy blue 
I asked them if they forgave you.

I asked the silky spiders about thy nights
thy hollow nights under the cold heavy mud
thy darkened nights between rotten roses
they told me not to fear
for you can still hear

I asked the clouds if you can still feel the rain
I asked the thunder if it wipes away your pain
your silent screams in vain
I asked my lord if he took away your burdens
I asked my God if you're still laying down on this torn bed of death
inside this breath-taking cage
Are you still lying cold and frozen?
Are you hearing my words unspoken?


and oh God
thy hand i seek
thy words i speak
thy secrets i keep
reveal to me thy truth
thy truth burried behind breathless skin.