A Curve That To An Angle Turn'd letra

Trust lies shivering by the hedgerow,
Her life bleeds into cold cataracts.
I see an eclipse in those eyes, rainfall;
of starlight trapped in bottles.
My thirsty gaze will always remember.
Dead, and I pierce her body with shards of me.
What is afterward left.

Your face:
Years wasted blending with a poet's eye;
I have only a lifetime to forget.

My painful sleep unearths buried seasons,
It is only ev'ry morning that I cry;
Soft laughter seeps into aching wounds.

Please kiss me,
Kiss away the cuts you've torn--
The knives in your eyes bled my joy lifeless.

I still thee hold in my loneliness,
And wish that I could die in your false embrace,
Holding you forever in a moment of the past.
My Helen of Troy, please, this war makes me tired.

Belial
Rosier
Pain
Liar
I will never trust again.

Maudlin Of The Well - Letras

• A Conception Pathetic
• A Curve That To An Angle Turn'd
• An Excerpt From 6,000,000,000,000 Miles Before The First, Or, The Revisitation Of The Blue Ghost
• Another Excerpt: Keep Light Near You, Even When Dying
• Birth Pains Of Astral Projections
• Bizarre Flowers / A Violent Mist
• Blight Of River Systems
• Catharsis of Sea-Sleep and Dreaming Shrines
• Clover Garland Island
• Ferocious Weights
• Geography
• Girl With A Watering Can
• Gleam In Ranks
• Heaven And Weak
• Interlude 4
• Laboratories Of The Invisible World (Rollerskating The Cosmic Palmistric Postborder)
• Marid's Gift of Art
• Monstruously Low Tide
• Pondering A Wall
• Riseth He, The Numberless 1
• Riseth He, The Numberless 2
• Rose Quartz Turning To Glass
• Secret Song
• Sleep Is A Curse
• Stones of October Sobbing
• The Ferryman
• The Ocean, The Kingdom and The Temptation
• They Aren't All Beautiful
• Undine And Underwater Flowers