Dreaming of the days I live wishing of you

Singing these songs of wepping flowers
The petals fall dripping to the ground
With waxed coated blood dried over
The youth of my past hears the beat of thousand screams

Walking alone on a road of trees
Noosed hearts hang down The clouds no longer breath
And life slowly slows to a halting stop
The leafs has sprouted into monotone streams

Im a visiter to this sight I have no plans to stay
Unless someone is here for me to keep
But nothing can be mine when my eyes are closed to bled

I feel a heavy fog hitting my lips
Every inch of skin numb and chapped
There is a thick smell in front of me

What kind of person am I When my own hands are wrong
The cold air tears away Cracking
Like a statue I have only a hue of grey

Just for tonite I wish happiness would call me its
But Ive been claimed by tomorrow Meeting loniness forever

Close my eyes And if just a maybe If I learned to open them
Give me a name which i can walk under trees that are still alive
And I hopefully can smile for a moment by your side (angel)