Insomnium

What solemnity can be found in this death?
A traitor's smile, the honour of betrayal
How comfort could be found in the dreariest of nights?
What solace for guilt-driven mind, tarnished heart?
Two crestfallen figures clinging together in fathomless dark
In maelstrom of despair dimming each other's shine
And half of his blood runs like mine – kindred spirit to me
But the gleam in his eyes remind of the one who is gone forever
When dreams carry me past this life, to thin shrouding mist
I rest in silence, in place lifeless and desolate
Long are midwinter's nights as the will to live has died
Evanescent the unwarming light, evoking memories of life
Of the life long lost, buried in ashes of love and joy
And half of his blood bleeds like mine – kindred spirit, yet free
But the gleam in his eyes abates for my guilt shackles him too
What sublimity can be found in this love?