For you I shall search wearily through this night unill the lonesome loathing I’ve named darkness fades away.
For you I shall brave the bright oncoming light that your scorched sky shall send my way.
Oh, that I might grow to have the might to hold you tenderly, forever in my sight
Your kiss, which burns red onto my skin; burning with that lust that they describe to us as sin.
May it never leave, but to remain to remind me that our love is pain.
I sustain to every second
And every second I am held subject to my blinding queen
Evening comes eventually.
when you return, know me by my mark:
Buried in Ash I shall breath as the only burning ember of bark.
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 3:15 AM UTC
For you I shall search wearily through this night unill the lonesome loathing I’ve named darkness fades away.
For you I shall brave the bright oncoming light that your scorched sky shall send my way.
Oh, that I might grow to have the might to hold you tenderly, forever in my sight
Your kiss, which burns red onto my skin; burning with that lust that they describe to us as sin.
May it never leave, but to remain to remind me that our love is pain.
I sustain to every second
And every second I am held subject to my blinding queen
Evening comes eventually.
when you return, know me by my mark:
Buried in Ash I shall breath as the only burning ember of bark.
