𝙾𝙳𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙾𝚂

he who bears the weight of memory .. is destined to shoulder the burden of truth

paint me with a brush of gold .. paint my portrait before i go

you're tending to some flowers that have long ceased to bloom, the fresh smell of cinnamon enlightens all the gloom. is that what you hang on to ?

everything that is golden .. is buried deep in ground eroded

we're going down in a blaze of glory .. one tragic end to a million stories

my devils whisper in my ear, deafening me with all my fears .. i'm living in a nightmare

you were a whisper in the night ﹠ I loved you for a summer, but now the garden of delights lies under snow cover

oh, i know very well how the secrets beckon so sweetly

my heart has fluttered out of its cage, can’t you hear it call for you ?

somebody once told me that there's two sides to life. i might have let the darkness eat the light

and then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like .. i love you

one could call me cruel ﹠ deceiving .. but in your sacred air i am full of light

putting down the roses, picking up the sword

we were a star-crossed fantasy that was never gonna hold us

i know i am imperfect .. but i will humble myself before you .. because i cannot imagine my life without you

a whisper now speaks what words used to say : fallen from grace .. lost in his way

from lost to loved ﹠ back again

these, our bodies, possessed by light .. tell me we'll never get used to it

baby said, let me taste your silhouette .. you can talk between my legs

funny how true colours shine in darkness ﹠ in secrecy .. if there were scarlet flags they washed out in the mind of me