Release of the Soul


Bloody kisses
for the sirs and the misses;
Tiptoe around the empty grave.

Moonlit eyes
to silence all cries;
Free the bats from the cave.

Emptiness filled with love,
now comes the cleansing rain.
Set free the wings of a weeping dove,
here comes the end of the pain.

Sunlight caresses milky skin,
phoenix feathers burn.
Ancient's losses finally win,
feeding the soul's final yearn.

Memories regained;
debts paid away.
Darkness tamed,
now bring forth the day.

Bloody kisses
for the sirs and the misses;
Reach out a hand for those to save.

Moonlit eyes
to silence all cries;
Break the chains of the slave.

Fiery chasm's wick burned out,
little girl blue back from the well.
Gut the doubt,
cast the misery to hell.

Skeletal remains turned to dust,
mind's closet clear.
Clock's aging hands start to rust;
poison of a single tear.

Shake away the thoughts of old,
spit out the bittersweet.
Bring to light truths untold,
enjoy life's good treat.

Bloody kisses
for the sirs and the misses;
Now come the hearts of the brave.

Moonlit eyes
to silence all cries;
No more shall the wanting crave.

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