Those beautiful dark hooves have been trudging wearily in the endless, dead field.
A piercing squeal - reveals just how sick she is of her companion; she dumps him down and runs away.
What a day to say goodbye. What a gem.
And that's a game he knew and yielded way ago.
The more you feel, the less your brain is able to think.
And the more you believe you're in love, the less likely that it's really happening.
Until your last intelligent brain cells finally wake you up
So you can flee body and mind before they get stuck

Not for him—His cellule doesn't work like that.
He's sad and has lost his shield and sword.
But his armor is still crying for war
"I miss being in love.
I miss *** and good touches.
I'll be docile, be a fool.
Kneel down and listen to you.
My majesties.
I'm so addicted to it,
So please give the freak his fix.
Feel free to give him the kick,
The kid will amuse, BUT DON'T YOU TRUST IT!
In the end, he is the hollowest ****."

Night falls, torches rise.
Deep muddy swamp howling his name.
Wall. Walk. Walk. And Walk
Till the darkness eats his eyes.

Soft light is rising,
Warmly wrapping my blanket.
Sleepy eyes want to follow,
Yet my mind is wallowing in fantasy.
"Goodbye, my mighty chateau.
We'll meet again soon, you know.
But for now, it's time for me to go."

Many more bustling days to fight,
And plenty of nights left to cry.

Windy gloaming, he left with a silent but heavy chest.
Feet kept roaming, searching for a place for the body to rest.

Her tears glistened in the red sunlight, carved in his head.
"Breath! Breath! Everything will be alright!" He bravely said.
There were no warnings, no shields to defend;
His hands were shaking; he thought he could pretend.
Until the red and blue were pouring out of the hollow body,
The hues of their loves and lies, verses of promises and memories.
Flushing out so quickly that the man was buried deep,
Haunted by voices at night and words he could not keep.  

He finally realized he had lost pieces of his heart.

She doesn't want me.
I'm nothing but only one-bit memory.
Like another ending in a typical, boring story
The bird will finally leave the flimsy tree.
.
And it's killing me, like cuts of a knife
To see her go, a glimpse of a life.
What can I do? I couldn't hold her tight
She did put on a show; I'm sure she'll be alright.

But oh god, what a life it is to have!
My heart was strong, but you shattered it in half.
.
As the dark creeps in, engulfing that deep scene:
I was copying your breathing; the bed was squeaking.
That crazy silent night, your warmth keeping me sane.
There was no light, no nothing, just us holding hands.

And oh god, I got to taste your lips
You made my heart skip
And melted my fluttering jaws
That's what I saw! But now you're leaving.
.

She made me fall for her red
and love my grayest bed even more.
In the quiet hours of night,
Her laughter dances in the light,
Her sweetness fills the air,
These are moments I do not wanna share.
Gentle smiles and soft giggles,
little whispers, and fragrant hair,
her tender lips with fancy slow breaths.
So rare and so fair

I am ******, lost, and confused.
Wrapped by her glow—
//I don't want you to go//

You shined my days with your bright smile,
Warmed my nights with your beautiful brown eyes,
In which I strayed into the gray,
and did not want to be found.