reminiscing the past; the horrids of the moon
makes me feel devoured in a sickly sweet doom
it is cunningly stuck, tangled helplessly within
beneath my brittle heart, intangible but seen...
our lips' subset in prayer-locked and sealed with fake devotion
though the exile's over, i'll still be haunted with this premonition
the marks, the scars, the pain, i am selflessly hiding
my love forsakes my name, but still i run residing...
please hear my plea; oh love, hear my incessant silent whine
for i cannot speak the words which you consider divine
let me draw the symbols, let me show to you the signs
to lead us to wherever-there where all lost lovers lie...
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