the roaring lion inside
reduced to timid ash
***** sheets and empty hearts
calling out from the desert
fata morgana?
a call from the past...
if you were a cube on the sand,
with the hot desert wind
cooling
down
all
hopes
of reconciliation
a ghost of the past
that's what you've become
you chose to be
fly away you falcon,
find another prey
i'll hide until you come back
an illusion of being
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 1:51 AM UTC
the roaring lion inside
reduced to timid ash
***** sheets and empty hearts
calling out from the desert
fata morgana?
a call from the past...
if you were a cube on the sand,
with the hot desert wind
cooling
down
all
hopes
of reconciliation
a ghost of the past
that's what you've become
you chose to be
fly away you falcon,
find another prey
i'll hide until you come back
an illusion of being
