The Sweetest Sorrow

Tomorrow begets tomorrow begets tomorrow Until the deadbolt day of sweetest sorrow When discordant bells chime frost on spiral stairs And time forecloses on it's borrowed wares. The days beget the days beget the days Until the dead loss parting of the ways, As foreseen, yet somehow blind, the jagged close Guillotines the petals of the golden rose. The last begets the last begets the last Until the dead end spell is made and cast And hearts are silenced, beats reduced to stone, Consigned to ocean depths to lie alone. The end begets the end begets the end Until the deadlock leaving of a friend On whom the greatest love must now bestow The sweetest sorrow man will ever know.