Dark Sunrise Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Chasing demons from the inside.
Come here my bride and be hypnotized.
Don't be so surprised by my darkening sunrise.

For the lust for death is fading ever more.
The opacity of a disillusioned charity.
Reaching out with hands of ice from under a oncoming high tide hoping to grasp that so distant shore.
And as the night drifts on bye knowing you are going to have to continue to fight.
A game on outskirts of deciding what is right.
A matter of bending light.
Judge and jury presiding.
The anvil comes on down heavily residing.

Chasing demons from the inside.
Come here my bride and be hypnotized.
Don't be so surprised by my darkening sunrise.

Cold is her breath.
As she speaks of what will be next.
Yet knowing their will be no definite.
A future that's imagined on piece of paper.
A disaster yet to endure will scribbles of lure.

Chasing demons from the inside.
Come here my bride and be hypnotized.
Don't be so surprised by my darkening sunrise.

Chasing demons from the inside.
Come here my bride and be hypnotized.
Don't be so surprised by my darkening sunrise.

Eyes full of emptiness.
The clouded poor soul.
So confused by what you think you should be feeling.
When the pinch doesn't sting what does it really mean.
Not so sensitive, over medicated with a anaesthetic is highly overrated and not to be debated.
So numb with words still wanting to be overcome.
And they go on wanting.

Chasing demons from the inside.
Come here my bride and be hypnotized.
Don't be so surprised by my darkening sunrise.

He is her to be traded in identities to identify.
But only if you survive.
There is no safe risk.
There is only one jump with a chance to fly to the heavenly divide.
Or crash land in the most painful way you could die.
When you look up what is it you see?
As the emotions continue swell I ask you once again what is it you think you want from me?

For the lust for death is fading ever more.
The opacity of a disillusioned charity.
Reaching out with hands of ice from under a oncoming high tide hoping to grasp that so distant shore.
And as the night drifts on bye knowing you are going to have to continue to fight.
A game on outskirts of deciding what is right.
A matter of bending light.
Judge and jury presiding.
The anvil comes on down heavily residing.

Chasing demons from the inside.
Come here my bride and be hypnotized.
Don't be so surprised by my darkening sunrise.

Just don't be surprised by my darkening sunrise.