Careless Requiem

“Once, there was light in these halls of silence. I remember the warmth — faint as dying stars. But the heavens grew weary… Their angels closed their eyes, and left us to dream alone. I have walked through the ash of every prayer unanswered, Heard the quiet sob of a world that forgot how to love. If death is mercy, then let it find me gentle. If the void is truth, then let it speak my name. Tonight, I lay my soul upon the altar of shadow — And let the dark remember me.” Sunday is blackened, My hours are drowned in night. Oh Dearest, the shadows creep, And enfold me in endless sleep. Little silver glows, Will soon be snuffed and lost to cold. Where the darkness reigns, Sorrow wears its crown of pain. Angels weep in vain, They cannot return you. Would they be wrathful, If I thought of joining you — In eternal night’s dark shade? Gloomy Sunday, Gloomy is the moon above, Consumed by shadow, lost to love. My heart and I, Are doomed to forever sleep. Soon only embers, fading cold, And prayers that are whispered, unheard I know. Let them not mourn — Let them know I’m forever bound, To this dark, endless night. Death is the shroud, That wraps me with cold delight. With the last breath of my soul, I’ll surrender to the darkness’ hold. Sunday is shrouded, In darkness, my hours are lost. Dearest, shadows creep, And enfold me in endless thought. Little silver glows, Are swallowed by the endless night. In sorrow’s deepest depths, No respite — no light. Angels weep for what is gone, Their whispers echo on and on. If I dream of joining thee, In eternal slumber’s dark decree… Gloomy Sunday, The moon above is veiled, Consumed by shadow, love has failed. My heart and I, Are bound to this endless sleep. Soon only embers, fading cold, And prayers that are swallowed, unheard I know. Let them not mourn for me — In the darkness, let my soul be free, To surrender to the night’s dark hold. Death is the shroud, That wraps me ’round in icy gold. With the last breath of my heart’s desire, I’ll fade into the endless fire. Gloomy Sunday, Dreaming, I was lost in dreams, Now I find myself asleep — In sorrow’s depths, forever here. Darling, may my heart remain unseen, My soul still screams for a peaceful shore. A haunting, desperate plea — To be no more. And in death, I found my peace — The void sang me to sleep.