He beats his brow upon the stone
and cries out, too stars above
Is this something precious, dear
and might this be, true love?
Every breath, a burning thought
his heart explodes and breaks
every memory, remembered, forgot
regrets both here and now, forsakes
Reach he will, and not comprehend
broken dreams and fractured soul
a crushed and hell ****** man
no path, to self control
Once more, he'll contemplate
and analyze mistakes and signs
nothing left to destiny, or any chance of fate
it's simply a complex matter of
those crised and god crossed
lines
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 11:17 PM UTC
He beats his brow upon the stone
and cries out, too stars above
Is this something precious, dear
and might this be, true love?
Every breath, a burning thought
his heart explodes and breaks
every memory, remembered, forgot
regrets both here and now, forsakes
Reach he will, and not comprehend
broken dreams and fractured soul
a crushed and hell ****** man
no path, to self control
Once more, he'll contemplate
and analyze mistakes and signs
nothing left to destiny, or any chance of fate
it's simply a complex matter of
those crised and god crossed
lines
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