In which not only the mask dies

So as the year has spent the meaning
Of all the hopes - the bitter days
To learn the good within the griefing
To hope the best as I start to sink

Why did I have to leave my fears
Behind the hills of loneliness?
Why did I have to find her here,
who loved the black behind my mask?

Hand scratching this face - for Christin and the days
Blood dripping on dust - for the love I have lost
My flesh and bones - for the fear and the moans
My life - my pain - to dream with her everyday

This angels voice that fell upon
My fading life my fading lies
Christine may you now mask
This dying naked soul of mine