A Dark Congregation

A dark congregation of familiar faces gathered around the quiet earth
A red rose fell upon the soft snow, prayers were whispered so slow from our
mouths
Our breath rose in the cold like a hundred souls escaping
Save me, I am swallowed by the guilt of this
You’re gone, sleeping in the dust
We will not let time erase us We are surrounded by all of the quiet sleepers inside the quiet earth
A form of fear I cannot shape — you dared to kiss the face of the night
Our lips were cold as clay, we couldn’t speak anyway
Save me, I am swallowed by the guilt of this
You’re gone, sleeping in the dust
We will not let time erase us Our breath rose in the cold like a hundred souls
We, we are alone, I know you’re gone
Save me, I am swallowed by the guilt of this
You’re gone, sleeping in the dust
We will not let time erase us