Dawn Of The First Day
Devil Sold His Soul

Dawn's tired eyes make shadows the day's first casualty
as you lose my eyes again, you fell too short, everything has changed
my [bad word] fades

I cannot see the sun
first light never to be seen again
as [bad word] to terms with another death of a close past
the final straw of a drawn out hate, well I unfold

half light arcs across the pavement, leaving it dull
the highest clouds on the edge of space converge,
I’ll do this on my own

why should I be grateful?
for a broken love, and a broken respect
when it tears me down,
I’ll get back up, and I’ll stand my ground

my [bad word] fades, I cannot see the sun
first light never to be seen again
why should I be grateful for a broken love and a broken respect?
the final straw of a drawn out hate, well, I need it back once more

a shadowed face, how should I have done this on my own?