everything bursts with colours
we sit surrounded by golden light
we may as well be flying
As if we'd never been alone
washed with sprinkles below the aurora
we marvel in the peace
our hearts flutter like the butterflies
In the fields where we run
The day is running out
A gentle red sunset caresses the sky
Flowers whisper a reluctant goodbye
Slowly it leads the light away
Leaving nothing but darkness
And the butterflies
They swarm the skies
And fires rise up from hell
They drag what's left down
Until the landscape that once held all beauty,
Is nothing but a blank page
All of this in the absence of your glow
My last thoughts flicker... where did you go
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 9:54 AM UTC
everything bursts with colours
we sit surrounded by golden light
we may as well be flying
As if we'd never been alone
washed with sprinkles below the aurora
we marvel in the peace
our hearts flutter like the butterflies
In the fields where we run
The day is running out
A gentle red sunset caresses the sky
Flowers whisper a reluctant goodbye
Slowly it leads the light away
Leaving nothing but darkness
And the butterflies
They swarm the skies
And fires rise up from hell
They drag what's left down
Until the landscape that once held all beauty,
Is nothing but a blank page
All of this in the absence of your glow
My last thoughts flicker... where did you go
