Frisson Noir

The night delays its quiet turn. Sleeping hearts refuse to yearn. Frost composes aches within. The dark exhales and draws me in. As before the fevered prince, a shimmer moves Beneath my skin. The glass reflects a pale design. The air that binds your breath to mine. Who are you in this feeling? Is it me that waits here? Close your eyes, come with me Among the dead. Hold your ground, stay with me, Come close to me. It fades to black. Reflections Bloom where eyes should rest. Serenity becomes possessed. From joy I carve the shape of pain. It dries across the drear moon's rain. I wear the storm as my disguise, Move beyond the borrowed time. I know the loss was never deep. The dark and I longer weep. Who are you in this feeling? Is it me that waits here? You became my refrain. Through your faith I remain. Took me too long to understand The life I lived. Now the fallen learns to fly. My freeze unfurls. Close your eyes, Come with among the dead. Hold your ground, stay with with me among The dead. Hold your ground, with me, Come close me. It fades to Black. It fades to Black. Fades to black. It fades to black.