In the midst of loneliness, all I perceive was darkness.
Forever was thought of seeing you in the hopeless idea that I was born for you.
The butterflies brought blindness for my thought that you brought forever but fleetingness

Every word that I wrote is every you that I thought.
Every moment feels like serendipity but your words screams agony
Yearning feels like me that you bury

Clandestine roads to leave me hangin' and bleedin' was always predestined
As the prophets gazed, you had yourself effaced But the archers illuminate that the tragic fate was engraved