DESCRIPTION:
From "Funeral Within Us", split with Funeral Of My Soul.

Reflection of Red Rose in the Black Marble Tombstone Beside Her Face
Portrait of Her face...
...Black marble...
reflecting saddest image of red rose
standing beside Her tombstone.
The pain of weeper...
...bleeding...
on wreath of thorns...
...kneeling...
bemoaning Her death so bitterly,
covered in haze of autumnal smell of decay.

Two flowers...
...first painfully dead,
the other still living...
Both burning through my soul...
...their livid silhouettes
drowning in the eternity of shoreless time.

My lips whispering quietly Her name.
Knowing, there's no turning back
on the cemetery path of life,
colored in black,
lost in neverending distance,
leading into voiceless emptiness...
Missing her Touch cruelly,
Her embrace of warmth
I can only find in the image of Her beautiful face,
from darkest grief of tombstone.

Dying of my weakness.
Mortal tears killing my will to live.
When I see this grating tragedy,
Radiating from Her face
...though smiling...
eyes shining in purest beauty of Her innocence...
I can feel the deepest grave...
...inside my tortured soul...
...of mutilated shades...