From the seeds that dare not sprout
I pick the roses that never bloom
Present a bouquet, veiled with congeniality
Yet crimson is shed from the thorns
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Your face haunts even the sanctity of my dreams
That even as I stare from afar, I forget im awake
But only in Somnus’s palm can I hold yours in mine
For in slumber shall my longing touch remain.
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Thunderous whispers from the top of my lungs
Echoes carried by the winds through the horizons
But shall never reach its destination
Heard only as a dirge to what was never born
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My lips tremble even at the mention of your name
Hungry for the taste of yours
But if it would cost me my demise, to see a single smile
Let me die, let it die
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My beloved sin
Perhaps a rose laden path to my damnation
For my passion, my Ash
Shall not be lost, shall not be found.
----graydarksoul---
