In Memories Past

Novembers Doom

The scent of you is always on my mind, 
searching for the strength to carry on. 
Buried deep within my soul, 
your memory will punish me. 
I no longer see a future with your smile. 
When shadows fall dark upon your stone, 
and dying leaves have covered all the words, 
I hold the answers to the questions that I dare not speak. 
In this darkest hour I'm alone. 
A careless walk through fields of virtue, 
and calling out to every shattered dream. 
Circling the innermost thoughts, 
for this is the day I have truly died. 
The scent of you is always on my mind, 
searching for the strength to carry on. 
Buried deep within my soul, 
your memory will punish me. 
I no longer see a future with your smile. 
When shadows fall dark upon your stone, 
and dying leaves have covered all the words, 
I hold the answers to the questions that I dare not speak. 
In this darkest hour I'm alone.