After all, the fall is sweet
words hurt so deep,
a dying of a simple soul,
It’s not quite eternal…
Made of glass,
shatter once more
break ourselves,
in a thousand and more.
Pieces of us
everywhere we go,
remind us sweetheart.
Mortals!
Sins of the flesh
we crave for lust
devour our love,
in speechless voices
Inside our souls.
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