The first was the last
from the beginning of the end
cought in the web of our desires
burning in the chaos from the fires
I sought to disillusion myself
swim to calmer waters before the
waves do me in
Not a tear was shed, nor breath taken
with the blink of an eye, I yelled to
the gods that be, cut out this wicked
sore of a scab, release the pressure
before it extinguishes me
The moments hidden from the eyes
lest they grow too strong to hold back and subdue
you can't belong to them if you belong to me, only bruises and scars make there mark, so I will find refuge in your embrace, in the dark
if we surrender , if we give up, give in, than a suicide must never breathe, if what we can't concede nor compare
to an old flesh or blood, whilst we still battle the grip of a destiny fit for fools
if should one of us cease to be before the other,than let heaven and hell themselves forever be in limbo till were together again
grip the fangs of a gate fit for fools
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