Covered by the dark unruly
The temptation became his sins, and if only he could he would do everything.
In a world he viewed as despair moved him using his tainted heart, with theories of when it begun
If only he could ever have.
It was because of those smiles that he wanted to gaze again,
And because of those lingering warmth that he want to feel again.
But in the end he was and yet a frail fragment of his own will, a flower withered long ago
And life that can never live.
