Gothic Tragedy

I still see your silhouette in the hallway lights,

Can’t tell if you're there or a trick in my eyes.

The grandfather clock strikes an hour too late,

We are beautiful statues left guarding the gate.

You left your outline stitched to my floor,

A phantom who lingers but speaks nevermore.

Are you a memory?

Or am I a grave?

Just a fragile reflection you chose not to save.

Watch the curtain fall.

So paint me in gothic romance and regret A masterpiece of a

tragedy we can’t forget The theater is empty,

the candles burn low,

But your ghost is the star of my very last show

Die for the camera,

bleed through the stage,

We’re just words fading out on a burnt-out page.

Dust on the piano,

a cold winter breeze,

You bring me to

life while I'm down on my knees.

A beautiful sickness, a sacred design,

I’m drinking the

venom and calling it wine.

I trace your outline in shattered stained glass,

Waiting for this beautiful nightmare to pass.

So paint me in gothic romance and regret A masterpiece of a

tragedy we can’t forget

The theater is empty,

the candles burn low,

But your ghost is the star of my very last show

I looked in the mirror...

And I saw your face

where mine used to be.

You pulled the trigger

Now you're the apparition hunting me

Burning the theatre back into the ground

I still see your silhouette...

But the lights are going out.

Goodnight, my sweet tragedy.