The echoes of silence
The ambience of darkness
Love is the drug of no consequence
By now you might have realised the paradoxes
The lies between the lines
Maybe you can even visualise the pain in my eyes
It is something I am unable to hide
The loss of thought and indulgent within life’s great illusion
Overcoming such a delusion
Brought to the conclusion
That I’ll be enlightened and satisfied
However my innocence within the escapade lead to my timely demise.
Death by the sweet song of the nightingale
From the finger tips of a woman who I saw everything in
Something seeming so ballistic you think I would develop a hate that made me misogynistic
It’s offensive that find my intelligence so simplistic
Alas you are wrong my friend I would never stop viewing women as masterpieces
The only beautiful thing within this life known as sin
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