Down to the blood that pumps my heart
A deep desire to share a lung comes to pass, moved by your siren,I'm null but to submit to a passion untamed, a frantic attack to the heart

don't fret,I'll soothe your sore sorrowful wings because you are my unkind raven
Close your eyes, for im bound to fend off the shade that's haunts you, my darling dove ,Attest my genuine warmth, for you have cured me from petrification.

"Be my innamorata, "she said...

My scars plead ,I'll bleed and you will have no choice but to take care of me
I'll bill your pain, for i am a rose shown to expose your vile lies.

not a moment, too soon
I'll bury myself leaving you with a toll as my gift to you

"Hate it or not, it is yours to see."

Real was;
the dark, you'd remain, the only place safe, a place where he wouldn't have had reason to count his days.

Real was;
The flaws that ruined you, but you adopted them for they were indiscernible mistakes—I was only a child.

Real was;
Once, when you felt everything was in place. Stinting to make that second feel like forever.

"Yet to find my solace,i'm regaled by what was real."