The call of sadness overflows.
It tears right through these walls of closed.
It screams to love like the embrace of a rose.
My crimson blood is ready to be exposed.
Baby, come here and hold my hand,
I'll take you to places that you won't quite understand.
We'll live our lives under these sapphire skies,
The ones that loom over the crimson sea of lies.
A love to loathe, a love to loff,
A love to start, a love to stop.
It never began nor did it ever end,
It's a continuous void of an unwilling ascend.
The clouds of your eyes are raining to thunder.
There is nowhere to hide; neither over or under.
A picture of your voice leads me to wonder,
How I keep myself complete; not be torn asunder.
Baby, come here and hold my hand,
I'll take you to places that you will understand.
We'll live our lives inside that castle in the sky,
The one that's surrounded by crimson clouds of lies.
A love to loathe, a love to loff,
A love to start, a love to stop.
It never began nor did it ever end,
It's a continuous void of an unwilling descend.
By the horns of a rose, intertwined are both our hearts.
It still paints a pretty picture even when it's falling apart.
It is a sight of lost hope as it tears away from the whole,
The dying seeds of the passionate crimson souls.
*Loff Definition: A heightened term to suggest more-than-love
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Reflections of the Son 2008: Phantom Reality
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