"Sick liaisons raised this monumental mark... The sun sets forever over Blackwater Park..."

Inside the ghost of love is laughing.
It mocks the footsteps where I go.
It tells me nothing has been lost,
It whispers: “you’ve seen darkness before”.
In time the hurting will subside,
And longing is overthrown.
What’s left is a void that grows inside,
And the echo of a failure… By Voice Of Treason