Triangle thoughts make beautiful lies,
Where dreams stand still and wait to die.
Quartic reasoning of undefined registry,
For manic fastening of broken majesty,
And to die here, a shattered geometry.
Star-crossed, mad, and taken with pride,
I yet withhold these hopes, not mine.
With eyes that sing and heart that fide,
Belov'd are these, that are not mine.
And reas'n to hold, not pity nor foe.
A glistering piece of fate foretold.
A corpse lay still, in fields of rose,
A self unraveled, a soul unfolds.
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 1:29 AM UTC
Triangle thoughts make beautiful lies,
Where dreams stand still and wait to die.
Quartic reasoning of undefined registry,
For manic fastening of broken majesty,
And to die here, a shattered geometry.
Star-crossed, mad, and taken with pride,
I yet withhold these hopes, not mine.
With eyes that sing and heart that fide,
Belov'd are these, that are not mine.
And reas'n to hold, not pity nor foe.
A glistering piece of fate foretold.
A corpse lay still, in fields of rose,
A self unraveled, a soul unfolds.