This agony in lace,
Its cascade, the rain on desolate grounds that pray
For a strengthening grasp of roots from a rose
That agony in disguise, when I want you
Holding onto it, as it shatters the diamond locks to my repressed soul into sand
Like grenades in a coffin with rebirth reverberating
From a vacant box pretending to be a seed
I feel the blissful war of virtue countering the bloodshed of my dying ability to resist you,
As wounded silence drowns out the eyes speaking loud,
But never enough to silence them for long
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 10:34 PM UTC
This agony in lace,
Its cascade, the rain on desolate grounds that pray
For a strengthening grasp of roots from a rose
That agony in disguise, when I want you
Holding onto it, as it shatters the diamond locks to my repressed soul into sand
Like grenades in a coffin with rebirth reverberating
From a vacant box pretending to be a seed
I feel the blissful war of virtue countering the bloodshed of my dying ability to resist you,
As wounded silence drowns out the eyes speaking loud,
But never enough to silence them for long
