Unbound;
Mundane hades...
Fiery eyes pierce him,
He lies, limp in the palm of her hand...
Woe
Woe unto her who died by Cupid...
To the bridge, he guides her
It is the bridge of existence...
I know theres this place
*deep down in my soul...
When mincing
at the margin...
The wind appeared so lonely
That lovely, autumn day...
He captures me with haunted eyes
As the music fills the room...
He plays me like an instrument
He know how to make me work...
A lapse into silence
A peaceful allure...
Chest feels heavy.
Lungs give way to the pressure...
The statements you make, '
leave me with my bewailing state of mind...