That Night Iii: Writings From the Heart
A dream, in incubus it came to me
Like ink on paper it showed so bright
Contrasting life and death, day and night
Brought with the last tear shed
Screaming those bloody words
"It won't work, you'll get hurt again"
The fragile clishe i broke again
Painting my nails black with bruises
To prove that it's all for hope and love
But once again I beat the system
To be whole once more I let her in
Melting in the eyes of beauty and sin
Quivering with every move she made
And living one breath at a time
To anxiouosly await the next meet
Of our eyes and hands for moments coming
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