listen. i no longer have all the things i am proud of anymore.
the golds i have are gone when i refused finishing a war. the empire i brag about are gone when i stopped fighting the trusts people gave me are gone when i didn't **** a man. i am no one. i have nothing left now.
but why all that doesn't a lot matter to me? i lost everything, but i was not lost.
i was lost when you laid in my arm for the last time. i promised i would protect you. but i didn't. i let him aimed you.
the stain of your blood never disappeared. the last scent of your body haunted me. the tone of your voice became an alarm to my ears. .
i wasn't dead when an arrow hit my heel. because maybe, my real weakness is you.
- why did you have to take 'i will take an arrow for you' way too literally?
Don't say it Oh, don't say it Saying it changes everything
It's in your hands The royal flush of my blush skin You've got the cards to tear all I am from within
May your lust consume from March to June year after year Before it's much too late for your sick guilt to disappear
All that's said in bed, young nymph lessons, life's not dead Echo out those ancient stories in my head Just how I won't say it first Narcissus can't find the words Lips so soft and silent Actions not unspoken
Can a man reach the height of his dreams? The true mechanic of righteous action Outstretched grip of the ripping seams Tumble down from its holy retraction
And realize everything is for naught And everything you have ever sought Lies in his graces dazzling bright palace Lies of my own form the cracked floors of solace
Filled with the bloated, pallid, and free of ambitions Tangled hair and deepening wound of my intention A ****** pond greets you with its callous retention Stowed beneath, dark images taunt these last mentions
As they all remember this will be their home As they lay down and look to god's cryptic dome And they all search
He is not one but alone with the masses Stolen from him, he finds his future passes From teary grip
I guess it will never rain in these fields because it is pouring God has closed this asylum, to contain shades from Elysium For you see a sudden sight, multiplied by their unending night Lead hauntings to stare through their own shapeless eyes, In the fields of mourning