Era of Threnody

Let all i have lived
 Be as if it were a dream
 And anoint me with the dew
 From Lethe's stream.
 New scars don't exsist
 Cause they are all the same,
 They only to obide
 Is their changing name.
 Lethe, thy will
 Shalt cometh and slay
 The insane pikes
 In the sewer of my soul away.
 Choas and order
 Aren't oppisite states
 They're toys of a child
 That it loves and it hates.
 In the grave
 No woman you crave
 At Acheron's shore
 To Elysium you soar.
 That I shall forget
 An old yesterdays grief
 And that this threnody
 Inhees my woe's reliefe.
 O come, o death
 Your brother of sleep
 Take me away from
 My woe and weep.
 Sometimes we fall in love
 With a snake of lies
 But believe her everything when in
 Her womb our head rest and lays.
 There is nothing worse
 Than to live in your own trials
 As to tread nomadic
 In anguish haunted miles.
 Like a falling star
 I wither away,
 Silently burn
 In an unobserved sky.