Years spent in a soulless vessel of flesh,
This cold can't preserve my wounds.
They bleed.
My remains are rotting away in reminiscence.
Watching our realm freeze,
Without your embrace's creed.

I was meant to fall,
with the higher ambition to touch you.
My fate can't reach your divine vastness.
So come now and melt the glaze,
And burn down our realm.
A final blaze of your flaming gaze,
Will turn this kingdom to drifting ash,
A whelming flare.

Bathed in your eyelashes gamma blaze,
Melt the ice from my burned, cracked flesh.
What will I do,
Without my kingdom and queen beside?
So I'll let your gaze devour me from existence,
And turn me into ashes like our realm.

I'll burn my mortal flesh;
And let my immortal ashes drift...
...Into the divine air,
that you breathe.

Falling through shackles of memories,
My ashes will drift into your vastness.

Each and every day I find myself fleeing away.
I tried to ease the pain,
By hiding behind your memories.
And you remain inside the crack of my burned skin,
But these whispers keep eating me alive,
Why did she go?
The Ointment to my soul.

Your memories are shackles,
Tightening against my throat.
So come and free me from this suffering,
Or twist my neck,
Just the way you twisted our story.
Should I disappear?
Just the way you did,
I promise I'll be waiting,
Like a ghost in the breeze.

In my dream, we used to collide,
It was my happy ending.
But now you are drifting away,
Even inside my dream.
One final twist to release the rage,
Let silence flood and end this page
Drown me in the silence with no hope of you.
And bury me...

Should I let you flow from my wrist?
I built a world just for the two of us,
But you removed my existence from it.
Now without your embrace, the world feels cold,
As if this cold preserves my soulless flesh.

Wrapped by your scent,
Blinded by your beauty.
You were my sun,
And I was your Icarus.

You and I were like living in our utopia;
You choked reality into me,
Now it's dystopia.
Now it's all past;
A thread of your memories,
Your absence turned into a needle,
And made me bleed.

But still I tried.
I tried and I tried to fly above, to reach you,
So I could get inside your ribcage,
Feel embraced by your flesh and skin.
Maybe then I could connect with your veins;
And I could reach you,
Your heart,
Your brain,
Your everything.

But no, you burned my fragile wings,
And stopped me from reaching you.
And I fell.
As I was falling I saw you devouring me.
My skin burned.
You hid within the crack of my burned skin,
You remain there, with pain intact.

I'm wondering in my headspace,
Have I tasted the forbidden fruit?
Why have I been banished from your roots?
Is it because of my higher affection for pursuits?

Spending time with you,
It was like savoring Ambrosia.
Reading your canonical gospel,
Memories remain like Arqueologia.
And here I'm studying your logia.

I know there's a banquet of aged wine;
Flowing through your veins, it's divine.
Because of the way my lips crave taste,
My arms long for your embrace.

I perceive you from a distance,
And regret my existence.
I'm burning like tar,
in a lake of molten brimstone.
With a scythestone shaping my fate.
While you bloom like a daffodil,
In the Garden of Eden.

Your thoughts locomotion in my brain cells,
Just like a venomous serpent crawling through hell.
They cast spells and dwell in my dreams,
Taking you away from me,
Even in reverie, celestial schemes.

The flowers I gave you,
Represented your beauty.
But now they symbolize death.
A reflection of myself; Lycoris radiata,
Echoing the devil's sonata.

So won't you now cut down my wings,
And let me fall into your arms.
So I don’t drift away,
And get lost in my mind’s hell?

Your ambitions are tall like cedar,
Your skin granted in grace like pine,
Your lips and cheeks are red like cherries,
Your aroma brings morning freshness.

These are the notes of the garden,
The symphony where I wish to lie.
Let me bury my restless soul,
In the Eden where your essence thrives.

I know you're captivated by darkness,
By the way, you shine beneath the sun.
You don't care about the burns you get,
Just to hide it underneath your skin.
You can peel off my skin, and wear it as a shield;
I don't mind the damage I get, as long as it's you.

I know the rain doesn't cleanse the pain you hide,
But standing in the rain brings fleeting joy in your life.
If too much rain fills your empty spaces —
And makes you suffocate,
I'll be the shelter you need to breathe;
No matter the cost.

Waiting for you has become one of my rituals,
And I'm embracing your flaws,
Just to fill the void inside me.

And darling, I can wait a lifetime for you,
But will you say I'm worthy?
You can take the iron from my blood,
To get the oxygen you need.

Seems like this waiting will turn me into a stone,
I'll become your tomb.
So you can take your pain and carve it on me,
You can rip my limb to cut the surface.

I know you're planning to leave,
Will you take me with you, to our home?
As promised, to a white shelter.
I will reach for you, even when I'm bleeding,
But will you?
Or are you saving your love for someone I'm not?
No matter the cost, I'll wait.
My words and soul will become your tomb.

I see death waiting,
Lurking just beyond the yellow line.
I see it swaying gently on a rope,
The veil is thin now—finally, I see through.
Where is my Azrael?
Will the Grim reap me apart?

Obitual calls,
I stand here, yearning for freedom.
These thoughts, old companions,
Rush through me with sharp adrenaline,
A familiar, manipulative embrace.

My own hands paint the destroyer of men,
An unwanted masterpiece,
Drawn with my blood,
So vivid that God is my light,
Welcome, Uriel.
Illuminate the path for the ******.

Should I let go,
Surrender to the abyss?
Or endure the torment,
Reigning over a throne built on deceptions?

Did Jophiel carve my agony?
It is exquisite, cruelly so;
Leaving cut marks on my hands,
Every scar bleeding a new chapter.
Years spent choking on the weight of a flaming sword,
Its edge pressed tight against my throat.
One final push would release the fury,
And drown me in silence.

I'm pathetically intensely in love with you,
Lost in your symphony, the Liebestraum (Love's Dream).
I have stitched you into my heart with threads of veins.
You became a rare *****, Don't let it slip.
Don't let it slip, don't let it shatter;
It's yours to keep, forever to matter.
I adore your sonata, each note that you speak,
A melody eternal, tender, and unique.

I’m lost in your eyes; you’re my starry night,
I have lost my mind to capture your light.
You are heavenly divine, I can't deny:
I worship your beauty, a moth drawn to sky.
We will dance in the country, a kiss goodnight.
Sway on the swing, bathed in soft moonlight.

I will have you with all the darkness that you hide,
And offer my madness, wild, untied.
I’ve seen the seasons that live in you—
The autumn’s fall in each blink, so true.
A ray of sun rests on your lashes,
A white full moon in your eyes flashes

Oh, these marks? They’re scars you left behind,
The storm of your touch, a thunder divine.
There’s rain cascading through your hair,
A cozy warmth when you’re near to share.
You’re every atom in my being’s tide;
We must collide, as worlds confide.
I love your blues, as the shadow loves light,
Bound together, eternal in flight.