The Graveyard of Broken Hearts

Late at night, there are moonlit skies Winds sweeping clouds overhead And I wander, among the living dead Of broken hearts and empty souls They were robbed In the light of day By sweet words And promises to stay Nothing brings one to deaths open door More than a heart bleeding onto desires floor And here I wander amongst you all For I know death is knocking, I am soon to fall Every morning I rise above The coffin door slightly ajar And the rays of love, small slivers they be Give me hope, I grasp for thee These were simply morning illusions For love is the grandest of all delusions So on I wander amongst you all The village of dead love, buries us all