The fire that burns beneath one man's skin flux, Revenge succeeded after everlasting bidding fight. They fought and scream until a man's life retreat, For love and so long they've seen things and sigh.
Not to love or to do it a destruction from our minds, That man's mind still the higher of all scenes they've been through. But was the man hoping? dream or he adore? May his life walk through his path then burn as he soar!
I'll never be the person who'll drown himself in gladness, I provoked the rights of being able to connect with the life they seem to see. In the world full of judgment and reasons not to be perfect, I am trying to fight alone to know who exactly is me. I'll never able to write a piece whom praised by all, But seeing my grace alone I could say I wrote incredibly. Better thank angels and demons for not leaving my side, From this world you will be exposed by disgusting **** lies. Never let words nor action make you breakdown, 'Cause by the end of all endeavours you'll receive the real crown.