baiting my confessions,
the crossbones she hypnotically bares
chain me soundly by my heart
then lead me to a place i only thought
i truly knew
i trickle love
for the last thing she's ever whispered
to my death-knelt nobility
the utterance of that despair,
mirrored from her fragility,
assailed its taste from those muted silver skies
and the barren lands we wander
bewail debris
until at last i fall; crawling to death once more
before the night engulfs the earth
she inspires me to rise...
yes, to rise once again and follow her stricken soul
to wherever she may go
the crossbones she hypnotically bares
chain me soundly by my heart
then lead me to a place i only thought
i truly knew
i trickle love
for the last thing she's ever whispered
to my death-knelt nobility
the utterance of that despair,
mirrored from her fragility,
assailed its taste from those muted silver skies
and the barren lands we wander
bewail debris
until at last i fall; crawling to death once more
before the night engulfs the earth
she inspires me to rise...
yes, to rise once again and follow her stricken soul
to wherever she may go
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