The pulsating, pearl moon Harbours the last remnants of romance, Scintillating, in the valourous sky, As I surrender to call upon her spirit To bring her back to me. I longingly strip, craving the vivacity of her caress. Irresistible, I would yield to the perpetual Power of her touch. Immersed in the shadowy depths, Rippling serenities of thought. I glimpse at her reflective soul, Shimmering upon the ravenous river, Emanating from the stars In all their graceful radiance. Her heart illuminates The benevolent evening. The breath of inevitability Stings my skin, as I dress, Firing my arrows of impatience Disconsolately, into the shivering azure, Hoping for a way To penetrate her very being.
Little soul - are you satisfied? She's crying over him, He's leaving because of her, You're trying to keep him here, And he's struggling to breathe and nobody likes to face the truth And I should have answered the call and I should have Little soul little soul you're going too far He isn't yours to sweep into the pond
Your eyes cannot see into the correct situation's panacea evening glow, oh! so pure and whole aeration of the dust-packed pores inside Little soul, Little soul - no. Don't go there Don't wander into - LITTLE SOUL! I saw you open the package before the allotted date styropeanuts, strewn cross't wooden paneled flooring white infinity symbols, floating in rusty red blood I told you the truth would set you free And I warned you what it would do Little soul. Little soul.
Good riddance to what little innocence remained after the last battle All survivors have fled The city remains, rubble standing as relatively tall as mountains feel