Artorias of the Abyss,
wish he would bless me with a kiss,
but with his two-handed sword
the man's doing back-flips.

Ciaran's porcelain mask is posing a poll,
she just wants her lovers soul,
I'd consider handing it over,
but I prefer my scythe to take her toll.

Nothing is more inviting than your warmth when it's negative degrees outside,
even when that warmth is my phone and the sound of you breathing into yours

Alive and dying.
Ashamed like who I am
My favorite thought is now my worst nightmare
Hatred for my desires
I could let my heart decay no problem
until i realize I’m still alive once more
the ending won’t be happy
the hope for a new beginning is real
far away from utopia
as Cassiopeia cries for the Orion
and bound to Cepheus

Who will resist
A blooming flower
Stand out the most
Beautiful among the rest

It blooms it lasts
The entire days
Glowing perfectly
In the her father's secret garden

The sweetest nectar
From a full bloom flower
Patiently wait
For the right bee to buzz
Finding its way into the secret garden

Sipping its sweetness
Abusing its beauty
Snatching it away
far away from the comfort
Of a garden made of gold ...

Its long gone
Its story half forgotten
Trapped in a glass house
With a heartless king of bee

The beauty of a flower may fade
It dries it dies
But the trail of
Of its fragrance
Will
Lasts...
In her father's secret garden..