Isolation Years (adapted from Opeth's)

Along the hallways of enchanted ebony
She sat alone in the serendipity, dressed in her favourite frock.
Struggled a weak smile as tears trickled down her forlorn face.
With her right hand, she wrote a letter.

The writing is honest
Cant forget the years she has lost.
In isolation, she talks about her love.
I know she's aching.

There is a certain detail on the letter.
An unintended stain left by the pen
Next to his name
It must have been a long pause
She knows he's gone.

Solitude is all that remains
Though she wanted her wish her way
Longing to rest eternally on the lovers' shore
With the right hand he used to hold, she swept her tears away.
"We're good" she uttered in spasmodic repetition, looking into the mirror.
I know i'm lying
We know we are done.


Adapted from Opeth's Isolation Years.