Seen Only By Love

All that is of Yesterday, remains a past, that's not today, you look towards, the heavens, you pray to your god, Whom you think you may rely, but ask, you shall receive no reply. Alone, no god, no home, salvation within nothing, a thought within the empty, fills what I thought to know. Crimson stay's among the silence, finding peace within what I hold dear, Blood and solitude, ringing in my ear, why live to die, when we could remain in death? “Both you and I.... live to be forgotten, that's why we die.” We touch so much, yet do we really? We love so hard, but hurt so many, We have loved, as we have lost we know of Contradiction, we live for today, and die before tomorrow, never again to hear the gentle songs of the melancholy sparrow, A melody echoed at dawn, these birds their song shall never again be sung. if only once more, I could hear what wasn't there, I would open the ears unopened, In death the noise would become mute, and regain all the sadness ever spoken, every crimson tear ever wept, Every sorrow, every pain, every joy, I did not gain. Every happiness that eluded, every memory kept secluded, Every hurt I lie upon my flesh, every scar, That untouched death, the things that make crimson me, The beautiful pain, whom only love may see.