Bound to Seclusion

The Black Rose is my shattered heart
where it has fallen to breed more sorrow.
What is this life, that a man should covet
my endlessly coming tomorrow?

Broken in all the shades of time
i'll never walk through the eternal door
I sit alone in the darkened silence
where I'll remain until I feel no more.

Sorrow faintly taps the wall
of the prison where I now sleep
This old friend knows I cannot stir,
but he will hold me in the deep.

Searching all the hues of life
for the one with eyes as dark as mine
No one answers such a call
I abhor all matter bound to time.

Hearing only cold, dark secrets
from the water as black as sin
If you could see the horrors I do,
you would never dream again.

The Silent Reaper has my voice
where I have left it; in the light
held from all the shades of life,
I have only self to share this night.