Roar of a Lioness

I do not have a perfect life Blue, brown, yellow, black... Orange and silver, civilize my emotions Correspond to justify my ambiguity Like a swarm of bees, protecting its hive I have succumbed to my delicacy It magnifies my efficacy The roar of a lioness. Lay to rest the troubles of thy self Unfold the folded and iron the crumbled Take a closer look in the mirror Take a closer view in the puddle Yes, the mystery is muddled up You dread to look at your own soul But nothing is much more stabbing Like the hearts sore. Different views, different tastes She is not you, You are you You wish for clarity, but Charity you never tried Purity was never your choice I smell darkness The roar corresponds to the howling howls of the night. Sleep my emotions sleep The night is still young, So are you? It was never promised to no man but, Tomorrow is another hectic day Pathetic is no fit to define Lock the voice-box, sustain the roar Sleep well my love, Sleep well.