A trick mastered
And performed in front of you
A lost soul
Blinded by the false truth.
She is the soft winds
Before her hurricanes engulf you alive
Her pretty face will leave you scattered
And begging for mercy all your life.
The devils in her
Masked by wingless angels
Will have you pity her scars
And heal her wounds.
But passed on to you
Will be her bruises
And you'll find yourself
Strolling the path to doom.
How convenient it will be for your soul
To name this misery, love
To convince your holed heart that it is
You, she keeps above all.
But warned by the stars and moon
You should know she is the night
And bright is your true self
Destined to be daylight.
Lost will be one
If the other is to be found
No matter how mighty the sun is
Dusk always witnesses him drown.
So save yourself some breath
And run far, far away
For she will borrow your time and joy
And promise it back your way.
But her darkened stars will burn
All that you let her take
You'll lose your charm to a crippled conscience
And realise too late that this was a mistake.
- Rati
