Diorama

Will you bear my everlasting sorrow?
Will you suppress my indifference?
Holy nail in my coffin
Holy queen of my illusions
Feeling pale like the moon above me
Here I am nude and immortal
Leave a tear on my pillow
My final resting place, my comfort
Talk to me, lie to me
Comfort me, lie to me
Still I'm dying to believe
That I have lost the air to breathe
Beloved failure has left
A thousand scars forevermore
Behind these masquerades and faces