It must hurt To finally know, What i contained. -All the time that i thought you'll comprehend.-
You ask for forgiveness from the paleness that you've caused and ofcourse you wouldn't know as we were paused.
We're in flames of carmine, Watching our souls untwine. And a woeful combat Between both Of our demons, Detached.
It must surely trigger, Realising: the damages get bigger. and I was a beautiful cave for which you were allowed to pave in, your own path.
You dab, An amount of prestige Onto your personality. Splashing all the, Insignificance over my Unattended morality.
I've taken too, Too much of heart; Too much of soul. As i give up blood, I'm musing over you (Maybe) a last time.
I must alter my actions, And turn them to you. now that we're done I let you live as a slave cause the ashes that are deep buried, the flames that burn with screams often unheard may seem to be easily blown off but it won't it's wrath.
Lastly here i am, Reconciling my words to you; Putting them together In and out of place. The last breath i take (in your name): Your honor, i rest my case.