Oh, surviving the thoughts will be

a fail in accuracy

destroying walls.

Far away from reality,

landing in fantasy,

turning us in toys

No, it’s reaching me out.

The great idea of being adore

is draining my soul.

I’m sure, that the Day that you’ve born

the ground was poisoned but

it’s just a thing you must know.

Even thoughts and every night,

even the sounds around

are reaching on me.

Even the souls running so fast,

also the clouds will call

to me.

The way of the emperor

declaring the act of war

just being a toy

of your destiny flower sweet scent,

melting the tower we made

forgetting the fact I swear

that you’re my dark thorn.

and it’s reaching me out.

The crown posed  the damn skull is draining my soul.

I’m sure that the day that you’ve born

the ground was poisoned but

it’s just a thing you must know

and I’ve already know.

Even thoughts and every night,

even the sounds around

are reaching on me.

Even the souls running so fast,

also the clouds will call

to me.