Ohh...These lovely stains
of misbehaviour
in the shadow of my dreams
The steep terrains
of daunting nature
with all the forests stalking me
The taste of pleasure
The verbal treasure
......is noise....
when its knocking at your door
And all this silence
Of estranged passion
.....is blood...
much darker than the black i've bled before
Come, heal the stains
In the symposium of bluffs
cos' you're the narcissist
i cant give up
Unfold the planes
that i made throughtout my life
crashing in the
dire straits of dust
I played the game
Of monks and sages
to treat the cancer of no cure
I'll kiss your wounds
and make them diamonds
you wont lose me anymore
The misty vapour
is an accentuator
Of our kiss
like we're living our last breath
The guilt of pressure
Your desperate measures
are shallow depths
I can see your tears sheen behind that crust
Come, heal the stains
In the symposium of bluffs
cos' you're the narcissist
i cant give up
Unfold the planes
that i made throughtout my life
crashing in the
dire straits of dust................
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