Novembers Doom

I can see the twilight and twisted shadows it creates. I can hear
the heartbeat of lifes lost sorrow. Never once can one man dream
the absence of a holy shrine. Eating dirt to fill this void that
remains empty and dry. Liquid from my tears that plummet for
eternity, help to drown the flowers and sprout yet another cry.
For all these fallen angels and the Gods in which they serve,
where will they go when it all comes crashing down? Your smile
doesn't help me and your laughter holds no joy. I never asked for
your pity, or your worthless love. All of this means nothing to a