The keys to my eternity
Once lay in your hands.
That which makes my identity
Flows, like shifting sands.
When at dusk I call your name
I start the dance and the game.
For the crimson dawn,
Rose, as you went… gone.
If only you had treated my heart
Like more than a piece of frozen meat.
Thank you still, for awaking my art,
While you skipped across glass, with bare feet.
Your skin was the hearth during snowfall,
Yet you still had the absolute gall
To claim everything which was once mine.
Between love and power, is a thin line.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 3:35 AM UTC
The keys to my eternity
Once lay in your hands.
That which makes my identity
Flows, like shifting sands.
When at dusk I call your name
I start the dance and the game.
For the crimson dawn,
Rose, as you went… gone.
If only you had treated my heart
Like more than a piece of frozen meat.
Thank you still, for awaking my art,
While you skipped across glass, with bare feet.
Your skin was the hearth during snowfall,
Yet you still had the absolute gall
To claim everything which was once mine.
Between love and power, is a thin line.
