How can I blame anyone but myself?
There is no challenge
Burrowing deeper down
To where life is stripped to its core
What
I see the cadence
Random
But altogether clear
This scorn was never
Wings riding evening breeze
Skies run vast around
We'll find
There is a place where hindrance is dead
Vissions gone
Let the light
Be less annoying
Don't expose me like this
I
Hear now what I tell you
Men shall know of
[Wound:]
Inching closer
Corrupting my ambition,
Saw your wretched incarnation
I still feel the sting
Of my burning crimson passion
Determined to
Eyes are bleeding
Scolding heat
Succumbing to the wish-
Not to feel anything
Cold eyes of fire
Talk to me
Stillborn desire
In the air I
Where have we gone?
I find it harder to connect
I lost this
I surrendered this
Carry out the sentence
