Walking,
Through the dungeons lit on fire,
Flame-chased chaos.
Walking,
Cold nights,
With you!
Fancy hairstyles, black tops ,
Not bounded to time, relations,
Where the night sky met the bright morning,
Where room was lit bright yet dark,
Moonlit precisely,
Caution, hast, chains,
Hadth where we held hands,
Where you formed a blooming paradise into this rotten world,
When passion and lust lurked,
There,
My monochrome love found a way to your colourful mind,
There,
My monochrome heart fell for yours,
Yours beautiful soul.
Now walking,
Thou tired tiny legs,
Raised up on my shoulders, we travel, keep traveling
Shall the adventure never end
Hence we sit, on an empty park's bench,
You lay down,
Running my fingers down your glazed partly-golden hairs,
I stare,
I sit and I stare,
At the black moon.
I sit and stare at the black moon.
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Monocle- The Truth Behind Bonds
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