Now that you are back;
I shall breath my last,
And bid adieu to this mortal realm,
I offer you a seat with me,
An offer to sail to the realm of wonders.
Sleeping under the moonlit sky,
I dream about that smile of yours,
For living in this reality of smoke,
I have come to realise,
That you and me aren't meant to be.
Therefore;
I shall walk away; slowly
Turn left and go,
Go to the realm of satanic immortality
And cry my sorrows.
You were my only infatuation;
Now you are replaced,
By a drop of acknowledgment,
From the sea of love.
Goodbye;
My dear comrades;
Don't cry when you remember me,
Sing songs of war;
For I have won the war against life.
And therefore I bid adieu to this mortal realm,
And offer you a seat with me,
An offer to sail to the realm of wonders.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
Now that you are back;
I shall breath my last,
And bid adieu to this mortal realm,
I offer you a seat with me,
An offer to sail to the realm of wonders.
Sleeping under the moonlit sky,
I dream about that smile of yours,
For living in this reality of smoke,
I have come to realise,
That you and me aren't meant to be.
Therefore;
I shall walk away; slowly
Turn left and go,
Go to the realm of satanic immortality
And cry my sorrows.
You were my only infatuation;
Now you are replaced,
By a drop of acknowledgment,
From the sea of love.
Goodbye;
My dear comrades;
Don't cry when you remember me,
Sing songs of war;
For I have won the war against life.
And therefore I bid adieu to this mortal realm,
And offer you a seat with me,
An offer to sail to the realm of wonders.