Sing, oh muse, and recall to me the events of my solitude.
Spread the wings of time, infold me, desert me on barren shores of desolation. Perfect concert, my only refuge, the darkness only a breath away. Hasten to drowned in beautiful lies, beastial impulse ruling Eden.
Die for the beauty, the one in the garden. A kingdom forsaken for one false carress of rosy lips, cheeks. For I have given her my heart, and she has become the pulse. Show me passion, for her's is gone...
Hold me now, love lorn. I shall drift upon the sea, my spirit fled if I feel no earthly passion now. If I cannot hold, deep withing the forge of my heart. It has been rent from my cheast, marred by a smile, twisted until I can no longer call it mine. It is a product of fierce adoration.
Despair engulfs me. I am gone.
So much more I wanted to give to the ones who loved me,
I'm sorry...
 Persuis · Thu Oct 12, 2006 @ 04:50am · 0 Comments |
