Black Marmalade

Slicing the instinct The arcane was torn, curses spit Teardrop bated as the breath hunts Wound wide open, the heart cries The ripple of pain unable to stem The cimmerian sigh loud and stay Body falls along with the bridge of hope Toying life unwillingly to be blamed The chain of fate convoluted by mistakes Incised by the foredoom of another story Shouted a shout inevitable said Reverses direction and unpredictably impaled Breath blows the true bitterness Jaded in each lamentation Tired of every abnormalities which frequently ensue Longing for the things which reasonably flows as it should Life is about to choose Though destiny had its own script We have awarded a red carpet, but Sorry if we still have to walk on the imperfections of life