I began to believe in a fantasy that seemed so real, but what I’ve seen is not what I know I feel, placid lakes glistening in the cool autumn air, swinging like branches of woven angel’s hair, corruption was a defensive relapse of hope, but now that I’ve witnessed, tell me, how can I cope? Is it I that has changed while you drifted away? The answer I long for, and for redemption I pray, withered and desolate, my soul needs to release, allowing the sorrow and pain in, and letting go of the peace, a cry to the heaven’s in the starliten sky, a hope for remorseful regression and love to die, throughout my life I’ve felt nothing but absolute pain, been dragged through the mud and left in the rain, love is an emotion, that once I had longed for, but now I seek agony, rage, suffering, the things I adore, the silvery slide gleams bright in the blackest of nights, shimmering clean, yet covered in the blood of my rights, sacrificing my life for things that I wanted to know, leading me on, then abandoning me in the cold, freezing snow, I await the answer to depart from you lips to release me, for you and only you can release me, for you hold the key...Birth sign: Aries
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