Bliss of Solitude

Autumn :

Let your rain wash my sins away

A gentle stream down my face

My skin is stained and bruised

Crimson drops on pale flesh

Ease my pain

Erase this despair

A nendless sleep

Would be the bliss

Of solitude

My soul is soiled and tainted

By the guilt and the shame

The wounds I bear left scars within

Profound in my being

The tears I cried turned to blood

Drained my soul

I am sorrow and sorrow is me

As autumn dies I close my eyes...

Ease my pain

Erase this despair

A nendless sleep

Would be the bliss

Of solitude