Diva of Lament

Beneath the ashes, is your cold face.
While only a tainted smile is reflected.
How sad, how painful,
This broken heart has fallen into damnation.
Was it a sin to love?
A curse upon my once innocent soul?
A crimson moon dyes the grey ruined world red,
As my cries of lament echo throughout this broken world.
The wailing diva is all I hear,
The endless shadows is all I see.
How sad, how painful,
It is to be broken.
Beneath the ash, are the dreams I buried away.
Alongside the gentle memories,
That are slowly fading away.
Was it a sin to love?
A curse upon my once innocent soul?
A crimson moon dyes the grey ruined world red,
As my cries of lament echo throughout this broken world.
Only the shadows remain,
A faint memory of once was.
A ghost alongside dead stars.
So quiet, so deafening,
Is the silence.
So broken, so cold,
Is the wailing diva deep in lament.
Beneath the ashes, is your cold face.
While only a tainted smile is reflected.
How sad, how painful,
This broken heart has fallen into damnation.
While my tarnished and stained form,
Begins to break apart.
Oh how sad, how painful,
Is the quiet, so deafening.
Is the empty room,
Is the void that was left behind.
Was it a sin to love?
A curse upon my once innocent soul?
A crimson moon dyes the grey ruined world red,
As my cries of lament echo throughout this broken world.
The wailing diva is all I hear,
My fractured reflection is all I see.
How sad, how painful,
It is to be broken.
Only the shadows remain,
A faint memory of once was.
A ghost alongside dead stars.
So broken, so cold,
Is the wailing diva deep in lament.
I pray to fade away,
To return to dust to start again.
But only the ghosts,
Can hear this wailing voice.
How sad, how painful,
Is the endless solitude.
Oh how, why is it so?
That all that is left,
Is my broken soul?
Beneath the ashes, is your cold face.
While only a tainted smile is reflected.
How sad, how painful,
This broken heart has fallen into damnation.
Was it a sin to love?
A curse upon my once innocent soul?
A crimson moon dyes the grey ruined world red,
As my cries of lament echo throughout this broken world.
Cursing the world, is the diva given in to sorrow.
Cursing the world, is myself.
Oh how sad, how painful,
Is this story of mine.
As my tarnished and stained form,
Begins to break apart.
A ghost alongside dead stars,
Is all that shall remain.
Is all the crying diva deep in lament shall be,
Till the very end.
Was it a sin to love?
A curse upon the world?
A crimson moon dyes the grey ruined world red,
As my cries of lament echo throughout this broken world.
As everything returns to dust,
As everything fades away;