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She said to me
"Let me put a spark in your smile, and paint whispers upon your lips

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  • Written: Gareth Mason
  • Release Date: April 1, 2016

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[Part 1. The Exile]

She said to me
"Let me put a spark in your smile, and paint whispers upon your lips

Paint sweet whispers of who we might yet be."

The dawn looked beautiful draped upon your skyline
Your liquid frame, your seamstress eyes...
And so you spun into the night, spinning your tales amidst the streets, your mark left as a sting

"O', Scorpio, your kiss is but sweet surrender unto these fire lit skies
Take me to the land where all is without name."
A rose lays with her now

And all things lead to here
And all ways lead to here
The old way lies torn asunder, a cloak of crimson is creeping in

And all things lead to here
Where the fissures and your sorrow heals
But only in time

He said to me
"There is a frission, there is a motion
There is an elegance at work."

So delicate her porcelain frame, I wish only to see her safe...

Safe within these iron walls, of whom nought but I create

And though I know this is all wrong...
I resign her form to sleep, to wait until the dawn
A cocoon awaiting yellow morn to steep in her pearl-essence. And how could I condemn her?
O' God... How could I condemn her...?

Too still to stay and too pallid to leave!
O', your frailty makes me ache!
O', how your frailty makes me weak...
My back will surely break beneath the weight of our regress

O', how your grace it towers before me!
O' how it looms, a monument of flesh and of flame

Destined to lay ablaze until my eyes are left as ashes

So then who am I?
And what would I be if I were summoned before your smoulders
To seep unto your resting place, to weep and to falter?
O', how did this all come to pass?
These roads are seldom trod upon, these paths are not yet cleared
And I, too, run the risk of losing face whilst I wrestle with the glade

And still I tangle in your footsteps
A chase so rotten and forlorn that only a fool would run
So heady, with their wits between their legs to guide them to their birth

And return they do in droves and flocks
Bleating merry abandon, stripped at their Shepard's hand

Bid me then wake from this sordid sleep, fair one
Bid me an end to this desperation, o' fair one!
For this sickness is a slumber from which I cannot wake!
A fever dream, a pox, a plague
And still I cannot shake it!
The many ends in sight yet still so far to fall before my reach

Everlast and ever doomed to sleep
Betwixt my pale of sins for which my countenance is all too steep

So pray tell I leave, pray tell I stay?
In my exile, pray tell, what would remain?
For falling trees amidst the woods might yet cry in vain if not for human ear

O' crystal mirror, blackened still, pray guide this waking dream

In stone and silver I confide my weight, I confide my pain!