a song without a tone
act of greed beyond exploration
unheard screams
volatile in a snap of danger
be careful my love
as you walk in this bridge of thorns
a new hell is waiting for you at the edge
a new stone that you’ll be carrying
a barless cage
of penalty and disgrace
id rather feel your pain
id rather take the whips and stabs
my flesh, withered
decayed
still i recall those days
where we embrace the cold noon
a midnight alone
when you suddenly touched my hair
i fell in a humid
ocean of serenity
if only i could repeat those days
if only i could rebirth this place
if only i could make you wait
eruptions, nightmares
i am chasing my own image
the ghost of your voice
will bury my head
the flies will rot away
help my soul to escape
this prison of madness and hate
i will pay the fine of love and sincerity
with days of exile, with you away from me.
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