A story with toxic sides
And from ego, it’s hard to describe..
If I could turn back the hands of time
I wouldn’t cease to sacrifice
To hew our figment of happiness
And future made of agony….
A melody designed by Gods
Far beyond what meets the eye
Angels paint souls to align
Broken-Fragile & divine..
Golden tears & null smile
A fearful touch brings life
And breath craves as lips intertwined..
Momentarily escaped beyond horizon
Far from world addicted poison…
Nomad in our autumn I stand
Distant yet close I am..